text_original: "It's more lonesome not to eat at all," said the old man, his gray eyes twinkling. "And what can a boy like you have to think of? Here, I guess I can find one cent for you, though there's nothing in the paper, I know."
text_transcription: IT'S MORE LONESOME NOT DEED AT ALL SAID THE OLD MAN HIS GRAY EYES TWINKLING AND WHAT CAN A BOY LIKE YOU HAVE TO THINK OF HERE I GUESS I CAN FIND ONE CENT FOR YOU THOUGH THERE'S NOTHING IN THE PAPER I KNOW
phonemes: "ɪts mˈɔːɹ lˈoʊnsʌm nˌɑːt tʊ ˈiːt æɾ ˈɔːl," sˈɛd ðɪ ˈoʊld mˈæn, hɪz ɡɹˈeɪ ˈaɪz twˈɪŋklɪŋ. "ænd wʌt kæn ɐ bˈɔɪ lˈaɪk juː hæv tə θˈɪŋk ʌv? hˈɪɹ, aɪ ɡˈɛs aɪ kæn fˈaɪnd wˈʌn sˈɛnt fɔːɹ juː, ðˌoʊ ðɛɹz nˈʌθɪŋ ɪnðə pˈeɪpɚ, aɪ nˈoʊ."