text_original: An' he shot Neale. "Neale laughed. Funny ringin' sort of laugh, full of thot same joy Durade hed sung out to Lee. Hate an' love of blood it wor. Yez would hev thought Neale felt wonderful happy to sthop a bullet.
text_transcription: AND HE SHOT NEEDLE NEA LACK THROWNING RING IN SHORT OF LAUGH FULL OF THAT SAME JOY DE RAID HAD SUNG OUT TO LEAD HATE AND LOVE O BLOOD IT WERE YOUSE WOULD HAVE THOUGHT NEIL FELT WONDERFUL HAPPIER TO STOP A BULLET
phonemes: æn hiː ʃˈɑːt nˈiːl. "nˈiːl lˈæft. fˈʌni ɹˈɪŋɡɪn sˈɔːɹt ʌv lˈæf, fˈʊl ʌv θˈɑːt sˈeɪm dʒˈɔɪ dˈʊɹɹeɪd hˈɛd sˈʌŋ ˈaʊt tə lˈiː. hˈeɪt æn lˈʌv ʌv blˈʌd ɪt wˈɜː. jˈɛz wʊd hˈɛv θˈɔːt nˈiːl fˈɛlt wˈʌndɚfəl hˈæpi tʊ ˈɛsθˈɑːp ɐ bˈʊlɪt.