text_original: "John," said my father, "can we talk here?" "Good God!" said the gentleman, "you're just the same. To think of it  to think of it! Breed, a light in the drawing room."
text_transcription: JOHN SAID MY FATHER AND WE TALK HERE GOOD GOD SAID THE GENTLEMAN YOU'RE JUST THE SAME TO THINK OF IT TO THINK OF IT BREATHE A LIGHT IN THE DRAWING ROOM
phonemes: "dʒˈɑːn," sˈɛd maɪ fˈɑːðɚ, "kæn wiː tˈɔːk hˈɪɹ?" "ɡˈʊd ɡˈɑːd!" sˈɛd ðə dʒˈɛntəlmən, "jʊɹ dʒˈʌst ðə sˈeɪm. tə θˈɪŋk ʌv ɪt tə θˈɪŋk ʌv ɪt! bɹˈiːd, ɐ lˈaɪt ɪnðə dɹˈɔːɪŋ ɹˈuːm."