text_original: Many hours later, when the moon was waning towards the horizon, fearful of surprise by the coming day, I was riding slowly under the trees on the road to New Orleans.
text_transcription: MANY HOURS LATER WHEN THE MOON WAS WANING TOWARDS THE HORIZON FEARFUL OF SURPRISE BY THE COMING DAY I WAS RIDING SLOWLY UNDER THE TREES ON THE ROAD TO NEW ORLEANS
phonemes: mˈɛni ˈaʊɚz lˈeɪɾɚ, wˌɛn ðə mˈuːn wʌz wˈeɪnɪŋ təwˈɔːɹdz ðə hɚɹˈaɪzən, fˈɪɹfəl ʌv sɚpɹˈaɪz baɪ ðə kˈʌmɪŋ dˈeɪ, aɪ wʌz ɹˈaɪdɪŋ slˈoʊli ˌʌndɚ ðə tɹˈiːz ɔnðə ɹˈoʊd tə nˈuː ˈɔːɹliənz.