text_original: The Bastille is besieged! On, then, all Frenchmen that have hearts in their bodies! Roar with all your throats, of cartilage and metal, ye Sons of Liberty; stir spasmodically whatsoever of utmost faculty is in you, soul, body or spirit; for it is the hour!
text_transcription: THE BASTILLE IS BESIEGED ON THEN ALL FRENCHMEN THAT HAVE HEARTS IN THEIR BODIES ROAR WITH ALL YOUR THROATS OF CARTILAGE AND METAL YE SONS OF LIBERTY SPUR SPASMATICALLY WHATSOEVER OF UTMOST FACULTY IS IN YOU SOUL BODY OR SPIRIT FOR IT IS THE HOUR
phonemes: ðə bˈæstɪl ɪz bᵻsˈiːdʒd! ˈɔn, ðˈɛn, ˈɔːl fɹˈɛntʃmɛn ðæt hæv hˈɑːɹts ɪn ðɛɹ bˈɑːdiz! ɹˈɔːɹ wɪð ˈɔːl jʊɹ θɹˈoʊts, ʌv kˈɑːɹɾɪlɪdʒ ænd mˈɛɾəl, jiː sˈʌnz ʌv lˈɪbɚɾi; stˈɜː spæzmˈɑːdɪkli wʌtsˌoʊˈɛvɚɹ ʌv ˈʌtmoʊst fˈækəlti ɪz ɪn juː, sˈoʊl, bˈɑːdi ɔːɹ spˈɪɹɪt; fɔːɹ ɪɾ ɪz ðɪ ˈaʊɚ!