text_original: "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." The old man spoke with some feeling, his fingers trembled, and somehow he dropped two cents instead of one into Bert's hand. "Here!
text_transcription: 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 THE OLD MAN SPOKE WITH SOME FEELING HIS FINGERS TREMBLED AND SOMEHOW HE DROPPED TWO CENTS INSTEAD OF ONE INTO BERT'S HAND HERE
phonemes: "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." ðɪ ˈoʊld mˈæn spˈoʊk wɪð sˌʌm fˈiːlɪŋ, hɪz fˈɪŋɡɚz tɹˈɛmbəld, ænd sˈʌmhaʊ hiː dɹˈɑːpt tˈuː sˈɛnts ɪnstˈɛd ʌv wˈʌn ˌɪntʊ bˈɜːts hˈænd. "hˈɪɹ!