text_original: "Where's my man?" he demanded. "Your man, Mr. Jackson?" stammered the host. "Great Jehovah!" cried Mr. Jackson, "I believe he's afraid to race. He had a horse that could show heels to my Nancy, did he? And he's gone, you say?"
text_transcription: WHERE'S MY MAN HE DEMANDED YOUR MAN MISTER JACKSON STAMMERED THE HOST GREAT JEHOVAH CRIED MISTER JACKSON I BELIEVE HE'S AFRAID TO RACE HE HAD A HORSE THAT COULD SHOW HEELS TO MY NANCY DID HE AND HE'S GONE YOU SAY
phonemes: "wˌɛɹz maɪ mˈæn?" hiː dᵻmˈændᵻd. "jʊɹ mˈæn, mˈɪstɚ. dʒˈæksən?" stˈæmɚd ðə hˈoʊst. "ɡɹˈeɪt dʒəhˈoʊvə!" kɹˈaɪd mˈɪstɚ. dʒˈæksən, "aɪ bᵻlˈiːv hiːz ɐfɹˈeɪd tə ɹˈeɪs. hiː hæd ɐ hˈɔːɹs ðæt kʊd ʃˈoʊ hˈiːlz tə maɪ nˈænsi, dˈɪd hiː? ænd hiːz ɡˈɔn, juː sˈeɪ?"