text_original: "Mac, wouldn't it be dacent to mark where Larry King's buried? A stone or wooden cross with his name?" McDermott wrinkled his red brow and scratched his sandy beard. Then he pointed. "Casey, wot's the use? See, the blowin' sand's kivered all the graves."
text_transcription: MAC WOULDN'T IT BE DECENT TO MARK WHERE LARRY KING'S BURIED A STONE OR A WOODEN CROSS WITH HIS NAME AND DERMOT WINKED HIS RED BROW AND SCRATCHED HIS SANDY BEARD THEN HE POINTED CASEY WHAT'S THE USE SEE THE BLOWING SANDS THAT COVERED ALL THE GRAVES
phonemes: "mˈæk, wˈʊdənt ɪt biː dˈeɪsənt tə mˈɑːɹk wˌɛɹ lˈæɹi kˈɪŋz bˈɛɹid? ɐ stˈoʊn ɔːɹ wˈʊdən kɹˈɔs wɪð hɪz nˈeɪm?" mək dˈɜːmɑːt ɹˈɪŋkəld hɪz ɹˈɛd bɹˈaʊ ænd skɹˈætʃt hɪz sˈændi bˈɪɹd. ðˈɛn hiː pˈɔɪntᵻd. "kˈeɪsi, wˈɑːts ðə jˈuːs? sˈiː, ðə blˈoʊɪn sˈændz kˈaɪvɚd ˈɔːl ðə ɡɹˈeɪvz."