text_original: I am convinced that neither Nick nor you will be happy until you are mother and son again. You have both been wanderers long enough." Once more she turned away and fell into a revery. Over the housetop, from across the street, came the gay music of the fiddler. Mrs.
text_transcription: I'M CONVINCED THAT NEITHER NICK NOR YOU WILL BE HAPPY UNTIL YOU ARE MOTHER AND SON AGAIN YOU HAVE BOTH BEEN WANDERERS LONG ENOUGH ONCE MORE SHE TURNED AWAY AND FELL INTO A REVERIE OVER THE HOUSETOP FROM ACROSS THE STREET CAME THE GAY MUSIC OF THE FIDDLER MISSUS
phonemes: aɪɐm kənvˈɪnst ðæt nˈiːðɚ nˈɪk nˈɔːɹ juː wɪl biː hˈæpi ʌntˈɪl juː ɑːɹ mˈʌðɚ ænd sˈʌn ɐɡˈɛn. juː hæv bˈoʊθ bˌɪn wˈɔndɚɹɚz lˈɔŋ ɪnˈʌf." wˈʌns mˈɔːɹ ʃiː tˈɜːnd ɐwˈeɪ ænd fˈɛl ˌɪntʊ ɐ ɹˈɛvɚɹi. ˌoʊvɚ ðə hˈaʊstɑːp, fɹʌm əkɹˌɑːs ðə stɹˈiːt, kˈeɪm ðə ɡˈeɪ mjˈuːzɪk ʌvðə fˈɪdlɚ. mˈɪsɪz.