text_original: Every day the criss cross of ties lengthened out along the winding road bed, and the lines of glistening rails kept pace with them. The sun beat down hot  the dust flew in sheets and puffs  the smoky veils floated up from the desert.
text_transcription: EVERY DAY THE CRISS CROSS OF TIES LEAP THEM OUT ALONG THE WINDING ROADBED AND THE LINES OF GLISTENING RAILS KEPT PACE WITH THEM THE SUN BEAT DOWN HOT THE DUST FLEW IN SHEETS AND PUFFS THE SMOKY VEILS FLOATED UP FROM THE DESERT
phonemes: ˈɛvɹi dˈeɪ ðə kɹˈɪs kɹˈɔs ʌv tˈaɪz lˈɛŋθənd ˈaʊt ɐlˈɔŋ ðə wˈaɪndɪŋ ɹˈoʊd bˈɛd, ænd ðə lˈaɪnz ʌv ɡlˈɪsənɪŋ ɹˈeɪlz kˈɛpt pˈeɪs wɪð ðˌɛm. ðə sˈʌn bˈiːt dˌaʊn hˈɑːt ðə dˈʌst flˈuː ɪn ʃˈiːts ænd pˈʌfs ðə smˈoʊki vˈeɪlz flˈoʊɾᵻd ˌʌp fɹʌmðə dˈɛzɚt.