text_original: Nothing lifts the spirit more than a song, especially the _inward_ song of a worker who can sound it alike at the beginning of his task, in the heat of midday, and in the weariness and cool of the evening.
text_transcription: NOTHING LIFTS THE SPIRIT MORE THAN A SONG ESPECIALLY THE INWARD SONG OF A WORKER WHO CAN SOUND IT ALIKE AT THE BEGINNING OF HIS TASK IN THE HEAT OF MIDDAY AND IN THE WEARINESS AND COOL OF THE EVENING
phonemes: nˈʌθɪŋ lˈɪfts ðə spˈɪɹɪt mˈɔːɹ ðˌænə sˈɔŋ, ɪspˈɛʃəli ðɪ ˈɪnwɚd sˈɔŋ əvə wˈɜːkɚ hˌuː kæn sˈaʊnd ɪɾ ɐlˈaɪk æt ðə bɪɡˈɪnɪŋ ʌv hɪz tˈæsk, ɪnðə hˈiːt ʌv mˌɪddˈeɪ, ænd ɪnðə wˈɪɹinəs ænd kˈuːl ʌvðɪ ˈiːvnɪŋ.