text_original: said Terrell. Redskins they were, but not the blanketed kind that drifted every day through the station. Their war paint gleamed in the light, and the white edges of the feathered head dresses caught the sun.
text_transcription: SAID TERRELL REDSKINS THEY WERE BUT NOT THE BLANKETED KIND THAT DRIFTED EVERY DAY THROUGH THE STATION THEIR WAR PAINT GLEAMED IN THE LIGHT AND THE WHITE EDGES OF THE FEATHERED HEAD DRESSES CAUGHT THE SUN
phonemes: sˈɛd tˈɛɹəl. ɹˈɛdskɪnz ðeɪ wɜː, bˌʌt nˌɑːt ðə blˈæŋkɪɾᵻd kˈaɪnd ðæt dɹˈɪftᵻd ˈɛvɹi dˈeɪ θɹuː ðə stˈeɪʃən. ðɛɹ wˈɔːɹ pˈeɪnt ɡlˈiːmd ɪnðə lˈaɪt, ænd ðə wˈaɪt ˈɛdʒᵻz ʌvðə fˈɛðɚd hˈɛd dɹˈɛsᵻz kˈɔːt ðə sˈʌn.