text_original: At a village between Brighton and Hastings, the farmers had been grumbling about the weather. A lady was passing a field in which Mr Louis, a farmer, was standing, remarked that his corn looked nice.
text_transcription: AT A VILLAGE BETWEEN BRIGHTON AND HASTINGS THE FARMERS HAD BEEN GRUMBLING ABOUT THE WEATHER A LADY WAS PASSING A FIELD IN WHICH MISTER LEWIS A FARMER WAS STANDING REMARKED THAT HIS CORN LOOKED NICE
phonemes: æɾə vˈɪlɪdʒ bᵻtwˌiːn bɹˈaɪtən ænd hˈeɪstɪŋz, ðə fˈɑːɹmɚz hɐdbɪn ɡɹˈʌmblɪŋ ɐbˌaʊt ðə wˈɛðɚ. ɐ lˈeɪdi wʌz pˈæsɪŋ ɐ fˈiːld ɪnwˌɪtʃ mˈɪstɚ lˈuːi, ɐ fˈɑːɹmɚ, wʌz stˈændɪŋ, ɹᵻmˈɑːɹkt ðæt hɪz kˈɔːɹn lˈʊkt nˈaɪs.