text_original: Larry King staggered out into an empty street, looking up and down. "Wal, I reckon  thet's  aboot  all!" he drawled, with low, strangled utterance. Then swaying from side to side he strode swiftly, almost falling forward, holding tight to Allie. They drew away from the brighter lights.
text_transcription: LARRY KING STAGGERED OUT INTO AN EMPTY STREET LOOKING UP AND DOWN WELL I RECKON THAT'S ABOUT ALL HE DRAWLED WITH LOW STRANGLED UTTERANCE THEN SWAYING FROM SIDE TO SIDE HE STRODE SWIFTLY ALMOST FALLING FORWARD HOLDING TIGHT TO ALLEY THEY DREW AWAY FROM THE BRIGHTER LIGHTS
phonemes: lˈæɹi kˈɪŋ stˈæɡɚd ˈaʊt ˌɪntʊ ɐn ˈɛmpti stɹˈiːt, lˈʊkɪŋ ˌʌp ænd dˈaʊn. "wˈæl, aɪ ɹˈɛkən θˈɛts ɐbˈuːt ˈɔːl!" hiː dɹˈɔːld, wɪð lˈoʊ, stɹˈæŋɡəld ˈʌɾɚɹəns. ðˈɛn swˈeɪɪŋ fɹʌm sˈaɪd tə sˈaɪd hiː stɹˈoʊd swˈɪftli, ˈɔːlmoʊst fˈɔːlɪŋ fˈɔːɹwɚd, hˈoʊldɪŋ tˈaɪt tʊ ˈæli. ðeɪ dɹˈuː ɐwˈeɪ fɹʌmðə bɹˈaɪɾɚ lˈaɪts.