text_original: For we had reached the forest swamps where the water is the color of the Creole coffee. And day after day as we marched, the soft rain came out of the east and wet us to the skin.
text_transcription: FOR WE HAD REACHED THE FOREST SWAMPS WHERE THE WATER IS THE COLOR OF THE CREOLE COFFEE AND DAY AFTER DAY AS WE MARCHED THE SOFT RAIN CAME OUT OF THE EAST AND WET US TO THE SKIN
phonemes: fɔːɹ wiː hæd ɹˈiːtʃt ðə fˈɔːɹɪst swˈɑːmps wˌɛɹ ðə wˈɔːɾɚɹ ɪz ðə kˈʌlɚɹ ʌvðə kɹɪˈoʊl kˈɔfi. ænd dˈeɪ ˈæftɚ dˈeɪ æz wiː mˈɑːɹtʃt, ðə sˈɔft ɹˈeɪn kˈeɪm ˌaʊɾəv ðɪ ˈiːst ænd wˈɛt ˌʌs tə ðə skˈɪn.