text_original: "No, of course not. The goats are cheap ones, that have no life, and we muzzle them, and put pillows over their heads so they can't hurt anybody," said the grocery man, as he winked at a brother Oddfellow who was seated on a sugar barrel, looking mysterious.
text_transcription: NO OF COURSE NOT THE GOATS ARE CHEAP ONES THAT HAVE NO LIFE AND WE MUZZLE THEM AND PUT PILLOWS OVER THEIR HEADS SO THEY CAN'T HURT ANYBODY SAID THE GROCER MAN AS HE WINKED AT A BROTHER ODD FELLOW WHO WAS SEATED ON A SUGAR BARREL LOOKING MYSTERIOUS
phonemes: "nˈoʊ, ʌv kˈɔːɹs nˈɑːt. ðə ɡˈoʊts ɑːɹ tʃˈiːp wˌʌnz, ðæt hæv nˈoʊ lˈaɪf, ænd wiː mˈʌzəl ðˌɛm, ænd pˌʊt pˈɪloʊz ˌoʊvɚ ðɛɹ hˈɛdz sˌoʊ ðeɪ kˈænt hˈɜːt ˈɛnɪbˌɑːdi," sˈɛd ðə ɡɹˈoʊsɚɹi mˈæn, æz hiː wˈɪŋkt æɾə bɹˈʌðɚɹ ˈɑːdfɪlˌoʊ hˌuː wʌz sˈiːɾᵻd ˌɔn ɐ ʃˈʊɡɚ bˈæɹəl, lˈʊkɪŋ mɪstˈɪɹiəs.