text_original: Impassive, I heard it echoed from a score of throats, I saw men and women stampeding like frightened sheep, I heard their footfalls and their cries as they ran. A tawdry constable, who held with a trembling hand the bridle of the tired horse, alone remained.
text_transcription: IMPASSIVE I HEARD IT ECHOED FROM A SCORE OF THROATS I SAW MEN AND WOMEN STAMPEDING LIKE FRIGHTENED SHEEP I HEARD THEIR FOOTFALLS AND THEIR CRIES AS THEY RAN A TAWDRID CONSTABLE WHO HELD WITH A TREMBLING HAND THE BRIDLE OF THE TIRED HORSE ALONE REMAINED
phonemes: ɪmpˈæsɪv, aɪ hˈɜːd ɪɾ ˈɛkoʊd fɹʌm ɐ skˈɔːɹ ʌv θɹˈoʊts, aɪ sˈɔː mˈɛn ænd wˈɪmɪn stæmpˈiːdɪŋ lˈaɪk fɹˈaɪʔn̩d ʃˈiːp, aɪ hˈɜːd ðɛɹ fˈʊtfɔːlz ænd ðɛɹ kɹˈaɪz æz ðeɪ ɹˈæn. ɐ tˈɔːdɹi kˈɑːnstəbəl, hˌuː hˈɛld wɪð ɐ tɹˈɛmblɪŋ hˈænd ðə bɹˈaɪdəl ʌvðə tˈaɪɚd hˈɔːɹs, ɐlˈoʊn ɹᵻmˈeɪnd.