text_original: "That will hold you fast enough," he said. "To day is a fast day, but to morrow I will have a fine feast on your fat carcass, my foolish friend." And off he went. Presently came along Sharp Sense, the Crow, who had been looking for his friend.
text_transcription: THAT WILL HOLD YOU FAST ENOUGH HE SAID TO DAY IS A FAST DAY BUT TO MORROW I WILL HAVE A FINE FEAST ON YOUR FAT CARCASE MY FOOLISH FRIEND AND OFF HE WENT PRESENTLY CAME A LONG SHARP SENSE THE CROW WHO HAD BEEN LOOKING FOR HIS FRIEND
phonemes: "ðæt wɪl hˈoʊld juː fˈæst ɪnˈʌf," hiː sˈɛd. "tə dˈeɪ ɪz ɐ fˈæst dˈeɪ, bˌʌt tə mˈɑːɹoʊ aɪ wɪl hæv ɐ fˈaɪn fˈiːst ˌɔn jʊɹ fˈæt kˈɑːɹkəs, maɪ fˈuːlɪʃ fɹˈɛnd." ænd ˈɔf hiː wˈɛnt. pɹˈɛzəntli kˈeɪm ɐlˈɔŋ ʃˈɑːɹp sˈɛns, ðə kɹˈoʊ, hˌuː hɐdbɪn lˈʊkɪŋ fɔːɹ hɪz fɹˈɛnd.