text_original: Nought but one thing can confound me, Many voices joining round me; Then I fret, and rave, and gabble, Like the labourers of Babel. Now I am a dog, or cow, I can bark, or I can low; I can bleat, or I can sing, Like the warblers of the spring.
text_transcription: NOT BUT ONE THING CAN CONFOUND ME MANY VOICES JOINING ROUND ME THEN I FRET AND RAVE AND GABBLE LIKE THE LABOURERS OF BABEL NOW I AM A DOG OR COW I CAN BARK OR I CAN LOW I CAN BLEAT OR I CAN SING LIKE THE WARBLERS OF THE SPRING
phonemes: nˈɔːt bˌʌt wˈʌn θˈɪŋ kæn kənfˈaʊnd mˌiː, mˈɛni vˈɔɪsᵻz dʒˈɔɪnɪŋ ɹˈaʊnd mˌiː; ðˈɛn aɪ fɹˈɛt, ænd ɹˈeɪv, ænd ɡˈæbəl, lˈaɪk ðə lˈeɪbɚɹɚz ʌv bˈeɪbəl. nˈaʊ aɪɐm ɐ dˈɑːɡ, ɔːɹ kˈaʊ, aɪ kæn bˈɑːɹk, ɔːɹ aɪ kæn lˈoʊ; aɪ kæn blˈiːt, ɔːɹ aɪ kæn sˈɪŋ, lˈaɪk ðə wˈɔːɹblɚz ʌvðə spɹˈɪŋ.