text_original: I wonder whether they talk or sing. I wish you'd open the doors again, Lenox. I'm sure they can't possibly mean us any harm; they are far too pretty for that. What lovely soft eyes they have, and what a thousand pities it is we shan't be able to understand them."
text_transcription: I WONDER WHETHER THEY TALK OR SING I WISH YOU'D OPEN THE DOORS AGAIN LENNOX I'M SURE THEY CAN'T POSSIBLY MEAN US ANY HARM THEY ARE FAR TOO PRETTY FOR THAT WHAT LOVELY SOFT EYES THEY HAVE AND WHAT A THOUSAND PITIES IT IS WE SHA'N'T BE ABLE TO UNDERSTAND THEM
phonemes: aɪ wˈʌndɚ wˈɛðɚ ðeɪ tˈɔːk ɔːɹ sˈɪŋ. aɪ wˈɪʃ juːd ˈoʊpən ðə dˈɔːɹz ɐɡˈɛn, lˈɛnɑːks. aɪm ʃˈʊɹ ðeɪ kˈænt pˈɑːsᵻbli mˈiːn ˌʌs ˌɛni hˈɑːɹm; ðeɪ ɑːɹ fˈɑːɹ tˈuː pɹˈɪɾi fɔːɹ ðˈæt. wˌʌt lˈʌvli sˈɔft ˈaɪz ðeɪ hˈæv, ænd wʌt ɐ θˈaʊzənd pˈɪɾiz ɪɾ ɪz wiː ʃˌɑːnt biː ˈeɪbəl tʊ ˌʌndɚstˈænd ðˌɛm."