text_original: Shots awoke me, I think, distant shots. And they sounded like the ripping and tearing of cloth for a wound. 'Twas no new sound to me.
text_transcription: SHOTS AWOKE ME I THINK DISTANT SHOTS AND THEY SOUNDED LIKE THE RIPPING AND TEARING OF CLOTH FOR A WOUND TWAS NO NEW SOUND TO ME
phonemes: ʃˈɑːts ɐwˈoʊk mˌiː, aɪ θˈɪŋk, dˈɪstənt ʃˈɑːts. ænd ðeɪ sˈaʊndᵻd lˈaɪk ðə ɹˈɪpɪŋ ænd tˈɛɹɪŋ ʌv klˈɔθ fɚɹə wˈuːnd. twˈɑːz nˈoʊ nˈuː sˈaʊnd tə mˌiː.