text_original: The young man flung away the fence rail, and, thrusting aside the overzealous among his admirers, he strode past me into the tavern, his anger still hot. "Hooray fer Jackson!" they shouted. "Hooray fer Andy Jackson!" Andy Jackson! Then I knew.
text_transcription: THE YOUNG MAN FLUNG AWAY THE FENCE RAIL AND THRUSTING ASIDE THE OVER ZEALOUS AMONG HIS ADMIRERS HE STRODE PAST ME INTO THE TAVERN HIS ANGER STILL HOT HOORAY FOR JACKSON THEY SHOUTED HOORAY FOR ANDY JACKSON ANDY JACKSON THEN I KNEW
phonemes: ðə jˈʌŋ mˈæn flˈʌŋ ɐwˈeɪ ðə fˈɛns ɹˈeɪl, ænd, θɹˈʌstɪŋ ɐsˈaɪd ðɪ ˌoʊvɚzˈɛləs ɐmˌʌŋ hɪz ɐdmˈaɪɚɹɚz, hiː stɹˈoʊd pˈæst mˌiː ˌɪntʊ ðə tˈævɚn, hɪz ˈæŋɡɚ stˈɪl hˈɑːt. "hˈɔːɹeɪ fˈɜː dʒˈæksən!" ðeɪ ʃˈaʊɾᵻd. "hˈɔːɹeɪ fˈɜːɹ ˈændi dʒˈæksən!" ˈændi dʒˈæksən! ðˈɛn aɪ nˈuː.