text_original: It was two by the village clock, When he came to the bridge in Concord town. He heard the bleating of the flock, And the twitter of birds among the trees, And felt the breath of the morning breeze Blowing over the meadows brown.
text_transcription: IT WAS TWO BY THE VILLAGE CLOCK WHEN HE CAME TO THE BRIDGE AND CONQUERED TOWN HE HEARD THE BLEATING OF THE FLOCK AND THE TWITTER OF BIRDS AMONG THE TREES AND FELT THE BREATH OF THE MORNING BREEZE BLOWING OVER THE MEADOW'S BROWN
phonemes: ɪt wʌz tˈuː baɪ ðə vˈɪlɪdʒ klˈɑːk, wˌɛn hiː kˈeɪm tə ðə bɹˈɪdʒ ɪn kəŋkˈɔːɹd tˈaʊn. hiː hˈɜːd ðə blˈiːɾɪŋ ʌvðə flˈɑːk, ænd ðə twˈɪɾɚɹ ʌv bˈɜːdz ɐmˌʌŋ ðə tɹˈiːz, ænd fˈɛlt ðə bɹˈɛθ ʌvðə mˈɔːɹnɪŋ bɹˈiːz blˈoʊɪŋ ˌoʊvɚ ðə mˈɛdoʊz bɹˈaʊn.