text_original: The voice was that of a needle, who, with a pin for a comrade, was journeying along the same road. The cock looked out from the coach. "I am sorry," said he, "that my duck should be so careless. Will you not get in and ride with us?"
text_transcription: THE VOICE WAS THAT OF A NEEDLE WHO WITH A PIN FOR A COMRADE WAS JOURNEYING ALONG THE SAME ROAD THE COCK LOOKED OUT FROM THE COACH I AM SORRY SAID HE THAT MY DUCK SHOULD BE SO CARELESS WILL YOU NOT GET IN AND RIDE WITH US
phonemes: ðə vˈɔɪs wʌz ðæt əvə nˈiːdəl, hˈuː, wɪð ɐ pˈɪn fɚɹə kˈɑːmɹæd, wʌz dʒˈɜːniɪŋ ɐlˈɔŋ ðə sˈeɪm ɹˈoʊd. ðə kˈɑːk lˈʊkt ˈaʊt fɹʌmðə kˈoʊtʃ. "aɪɐm sˈɑːɹi," sˈɛd hiː, "ðæt maɪ dˈʌk ʃˌʊd biː sˌoʊ kˈɛɹləs. wɪl juː nˌɑːt ɡɛt ɪn ænd ɹˈaɪd wɪð ˌʌs?"