text_original: Shots whistled over our heads, and here was the brown fort. Its big gates swung together as we dashed through the narrowed opening. Then, as he lifted us off, I knew that the man who had saved us was Tom himself.
text_transcription: SHOTS WHISTLED OVER OUR HEADS AND HERE WAS THE BROWN FORT ITS BIG GATES SWUNG TOGETHER AS WE DASHED THROUGH THE NARROWING OPENING THEN AS HE LIFTED US OFF I KNEW THAT THE MAN WHO HAD SAVED US WAS TOM HIMSELF
phonemes: ʃˈɑːts wˈɪsəld ˌoʊvɚɹ ˌaʊɚ hˈɛdz, ænd hˈɪɹ wʌzðə bɹˈaʊn fˈɔːɹt. ɪts bˈɪɡ ɡˈeɪts swˈʌŋ təɡˌɛðɚɹ æz wiː dˈæʃt θɹuː ðə nˈæɹoʊd ˈoʊpənɪŋ. ðˈɛn, æz hiː lˈɪftᵻd ˌʌs ˈɔf, aɪ nˈuː ðætðə mˈæn hˌuː hæd sˈeɪvd ˌʌs wʌz tˈɑːm hɪmsˈɛlf.