text_original: "God pity the Germans that fought him. It don't say how many he killed?" Then, dropping frying pan and bacon, and throwing her apron over her head, she fell into a chair and rocking back and forth, cried in her sorrow: "O Mikey, Mikey! What's the use of it all?
text_transcription: GOD PITY THE GERMANS THAT FOUGHT HIM IT DON'T SAY HOW MANY HE KILLED THEN DROPPING FRYING PAN AND BACON AND THROWING HER APRON OVER HER HEAD SHE FELL INTO A CHAIR AND WALKING BACK AND FORTH CRIED IN HER SORROW OH MY KING MY KEITH WHAT'S THE USE OF IT ALL
phonemes: "ɡˈɑːd pˈɪɾi ðə dʒˈɜːmənz ðæt fˈɔːt hˌɪm. ɪt dˈoʊnt sˈeɪ hˌaʊ mˈɛni hiː kˈɪld?" ðˈɛn, dɹˈɑːpɪŋ fɹˈaɪɪŋ pˈæn ænd bˈeɪkən, ænd θɹˈoʊɪŋ hɜːɹ ˈeɪpɹən ˌoʊvɚ hɜː hˈɛd, ʃiː fˈɛl ˌɪntʊ ɐ tʃˈɛɹ ænd ɹˈɑːkɪŋ bˈæk ænd fˈɔːɹθ, kɹˈaɪd ɪn hɜː sˈɑːɹoʊ: "ˈoʊ mˈaɪki, mˈaɪki! wˌʌts ðə jˈuːs ʌv ɪɾ ˈɔːl?