text_original: "Banns—! Hang!" said Jack, scratching his head. That helped him. "I know!" he cried, "Licence!" "Don't ask me!" She caressed his coat collar coaxingly. "You won't ask me, will you? What is a licence?"
text_transcription: BANNS HANG SAID JACK SCRATCHING HIS HEAD THAT HELPED HIM I KNOW HE CRIED LICENSE DON'T ASK ME SHE CARESSED HIS COAT COLLAR COAXINGLY YOU WON'T ASK ME WILL YOU WHAT IS A LICENSE
phonemes: "bˈænz—! hˈæŋ!" sˈɛd dʒˈæk, skɹˈætʃɪŋ hɪz hˈɛd. ðæt hˈɛlpt hˌɪm. "aɪ nˈoʊ!" hiː kɹˈaɪd, "lˈaɪsəns!" "dˈoʊnt ˈæsk mˌiː!" ʃiː kɚɹˈɛst hɪz kˈoʊt kˈɑːlɚ kˈoʊksɪŋli. "juː woʊnt ˈæsk mˌiː, wˈɪl juː? wˌʌt ɪz ɐ lˈaɪsəns?"