text_original: Bearing down on Panting Lizzie came a British ar  moured 'plane, and from it the Maxim was spitting. And now there started a very pretty air duel. I am no airman, to tell of spirals, and glides, and the multi  farious twistings and turnings. At times the Ger  man's Maxim got going as well; at times both were silent, manoeuvring for position.
text_transcription: BEARING DOWN ON PANTING LIZZIE CAME A BRITISH ARMED PLANE AND FROM IT THE MAXIMUM WAS SPITTING AND NOW THEY STARTED A VERY PRETTY ERE DOLE I AM NO AIRMAN TO TELL THE SPIRALS AND GLIDES AND THE MULTIFARIOUS TWISTINGS AND TURNINGS AT TIMES THE GERMANS MAXIM GOT GOING AS WELL AT TIMES BOTH WERE SILENT MANEUVERING FOR A POSITION
phonemes: bˈɛɹɪŋ dˌaʊn ˌɔn pˈæntɪŋ lˈɪzi kˈeɪm ɐ bɹˈɪɾɪʃ ˈɑːɹ mˈɜːd plˈeɪn, ænd fɹʌm ɪt ðə mˈæksɪm wʌz spˈɪɾɪŋ. ænd nˈaʊ ðɛɹ stˈɑːɹɾᵻd ɐ vˈɛɹi pɹˈɪɾi ˈɛɹ dˈuːəl. aɪɐm nˈoʊ ˈɛɹmən, tə tˈɛl ʌv spˈaɪɚɹəlz, ænd ɡlˈaɪdz, ænd ðə mˈʌltaɪ fˈɛɹiəs twˈɪstɪŋz ænd tˈɜːnɪŋz. æt tˈaɪmz ðə dʒˈɜː mˈænz mˈæksɪm ɡɑːt ɡˌoʊɪŋ æz wˈɛl; æt tˈaɪmz bˈoʊθ wɜː sˈaɪlənt, mənˈuːvɹɪŋ fɔːɹ pəzˈɪʃən.