text_original: Marse Dave," said Lindy earnestly, lowering her voice and taking a step closer to me, "I done reckon de Mistis gwine ter die ob lonesomeness. She des sit dar an' brood, an' brood  an' she use' ter de bes' company, to de quality.
text_transcription: MAS DAVE SAID LINDY EARNESTLY LOWERING HER VOICE AND TAKING A STEP CLOSER TO ME I DONE RECKON DE MIS DIS GWENDIDAR OF LONELINESS SHE DOES SIT DAR AN BROOD AN BROOD AN SHE USED TO BE THE BEST COMPANY TO THE QUALITY
phonemes: mˈɑːɹs dˈeɪv," sˈɛd lˈɪndi ˈɜːnɪstli, lˈoʊɚɹɪŋ hɜː vˈɔɪs ænd tˈeɪkɪŋ ɐ stˈɛp klˈoʊsɚ tə mˌiː, "aɪ dˈʌn ɹˈɛkən də mˈɪstiz ɡwˈaɪn tˈɜː dˈaɪ ˈɑːb lˈoʊnsʌmnəs. ʃiː dˈɛs sˈɪt dˈɑːɹ æn bɹˈuːd, æn bɹˈuːd æn ʃiː jˈuːs tˈɜː də bˈɛs kˈʌmpəni, tə də kwˈɔlᵻɾi.