text_original: Suzanne is a sad coquette," said Colonel Auguste Chouteau, laughing, as we set out for the ball. The sun was hanging low over the western hills as we approached the barracks, and out of the open windows came the merry, mad sounds of violin, guitar, and flageolet, the tinkle of a triangle now and then, the shouts of laughter, the shuffle of many feet over the puncheons.
text_transcription: SUZANNE IS A SAD COQUETTE SAID COLONEL AUGUST CHATEAU LAUGHING AS WE SET OUT FOR THE BALL THE SUN WAS HANGING LOW OVER THE WESTERN HILLS AS WE APPROACHED THE BARRACKS AND OUT OF THE OPEN WINDOWS CAME THE MERRY MAD SOUND OF VIOLIN GUITAR AND FLAGGYOLET THE TINKLE OF A TRIANGLE NOW AND THEN THE SHOUTS OF LAUGHTER THE SHUFFLE OF MANY FEET OVER THE PUNGEONS
phonemes: sˈuːzæn ɪz ɐ sˈæd kəkˈɛt," sˈɛd kˈɜːnəl ˈɔːɡʌst tʃˈaʊɾoʊ, lˈæfɪŋ, æz wiː sˈɛt ˈaʊt fɚðə bˈɔːl. ðə sˈʌn wʌz hˈæŋɪŋ lˈoʊ ˌoʊvɚ ðə wˈɛstɚn hˈɪlz æz wiː ɐpɹˈoʊtʃt ðə bˈɛɹəks, ænd ˌaʊɾəv ðɪ ˈoʊpən wˈɪndoʊz kˈeɪm ðə mˈɛɹi, mˈæd sˈaʊndz ʌv vaɪəlˈɪn, ɡɪtˈɑːɹ, ænd flˈeɪdʒɑːlɪt, ðə tˈɪŋkəl əvə tɹˈaɪæŋɡəl nˈaʊ ænd ðˈɛn, ðə ʃˈaʊts ʌv lˈæftɚ, ðə ʃˈʌfəl ʌv mˈɛni fˈiːt ˌoʊvɚ ðə pˈʌntʃənz.