text_original: Now it grew cold, and a bleak wind blew through the forest. The trees shivered and drew their bright robes close around them. Colder still it grew, and snow fell, and the wind moaned; one day Jack Frost came in his silver coat and touched the bright leaves with his shining brush, and they curled up and turned brown, and, one by one, fell rustling to the ground.
text_transcription: NOW IT GREW COLD AND A BLEAK WIND BLEW THROUGH THE FOREST THE TREES SHIVERED AND DREW THEIR BRIGHT ROBES CLOSE AROUND THEM COLDER STILL IT GREW AND SNOW FELL AND THE WIND MOANED ONE DAY JACK FROST CAME IN HIS SILVER COAT AND TOUCHED THE BRIGHT LEAVES WITH HIS SHINING BRUSH AND THEY CURLED UP AND TURNED BROWN AND ONE BY ONE FELL RUSTLING TO THE GROUND
phonemes: nˈaʊ ɪt ɡɹˈuː kˈoʊld, ænd ɐ blˈiːk wˈɪnd blˈuː θɹuː ðə fˈɔːɹɪst. ðə tɹˈiːz ʃˈɪvɚd ænd dɹˈuː ðɛɹ bɹˈaɪt ɹˈoʊbz klˈoʊs ɚɹˈaʊnd ðˌɛm. kˈoʊldɚ stˈɪl ɪt ɡɹˈuː, ænd snˈoʊ fˈɛl, ænd ðə wˈɪnd mˈoʊnd; wˈʌn dˈeɪ dʒˈæk fɹˈɔst kˈeɪm ɪn hɪz sˈɪlvɚ kˈoʊt ænd tˈʌtʃt ðə bɹˈaɪt lˈiːvz wɪð hɪz ʃˈaɪnɪŋ bɹˈʌʃ, ænd ðeɪ kˈɜːld ˌʌp ænd tˈɜːnd bɹˈaʊn, ænd, wˈʌn baɪ wˌʌn, fˈɛl ɹˈʌsəlɪŋ tə ðə ɡɹˈaʊnd.