text_original: "That's the crowd we've got to beat." "Then those young chaps must be the three young submarine officers with such fine records," remarked Fred Radwin, in an undertone. "They are," nodded Rhinds, slowly. "They're bright youngsters, too. I wish we had them on our side." "Couldn't they be lured over into our employ, then?"
text_transcription: THAT'S THE CROWD WE'VE GOT TO BEAT THOSE YOUNG CHAPS MUST BE THREE YOUNG SUBMARINE OFFICERS WITH SUCH FINE RECORDS REMARKED FRED RATWIN IN AN UNDERTONE THEY ARE NODDED RYN SLOWLY THEY'RE BRIGHT YOUNGSTERS TOO I WISH WE HAD EM ON OUR SIDE COULDN'T THEY BE LURED OVER INTO OUR EMPLOYE THEN
phonemes: "ðæts ðə kɹˈaʊd wiːv ɡɑːt tə bˈiːt." "ðˈɛn ðoʊz jˈʌŋ tʃˈæps mˈʌst biː ðə θɹˈiː jˈʌŋ sˈʌbmɚɹˌiːn ˈɑːfɪsɚz wɪð sˈʌtʃ fˈaɪn ɹˈɛkɚdz," ɹᵻmˈɑːɹkt fɹˈɛd ɹˈædwɪn, ɪn ɐn ˌʌndɚtˈoʊn. "ðeɪ ɑːɹ," nˈɑːdᵻd ɹˈaɪndz, slˈoʊli. "ðeɪɚ bɹˈaɪt jˈʌŋstɚz, tˈuː. aɪ wˈɪʃ wiː hˌædðɛm ˌɔn ˌaʊɚ sˈaɪd." "kˌʊdənt ðeɪ biː lˈʊɹd ˌoʊvɚɹ ˌɪntʊ ˌaʊɚɹ ɛmplˈɔɪ, ðˈɛn?"