text_original: "That is a bad business," said the donkey. "You had better come with us. We are going to the city to become musicians, and such a voice as yours would be a great help." The cock did not wait to be asked twice. He flew down from the gatepost and flapped along beside them, but this was tiresome, so the donkey bade the cock fly up on to his back, and after that Master Red head rode along in comfort.
text_transcription: THAT IS A BAD BUSINESS SAID THE DONKEY YOU HAD BETTER COME WITH US WE ARE GOING TO THE CITY TO BECOME MUSICIANS AND SUCH A VOICE AS YOURS WOULD BE A GREAT HELP THE COCK DID NOT WAIT TO BE ASKED TWICE HE FLEW DOWN FROM THE GATE POST AND FLAPPED ALONG BESIDE THEM BUT THIS WAS TIRESOME SO THE DONKEY BADE THE COCK FLY UP ON TO HIS BACK AND AFTER THAT MASTER REDHEAD RODE ALONG IN COMFORT
phonemes: "ðæt ɪz ɐ bˈæd bˈɪznəs," sˈɛd ðə dˈɔŋki. "juː hæd bˈɛɾɚ kˈʌm wɪð ˌʌs. wiː ɑːɹ ɡˌoʊɪŋ tə ðə sˈɪɾi tə bɪkˌʌm mjuːzˈɪʃənz, ænd sˈʌtʃ ɐ vˈɔɪs æz jˈɔːɹz wʊd biː ɐ ɡɹˈeɪt hˈɛlp." ðə kˈɑːk dɪdnˌɑːt wˈeɪt təbi ˈæskt twˈaɪs. hiː flˈuː dˌaʊn fɹʌmðə ɡˈeɪtpoʊst ænd flˈæpt ɐlˈɔŋ bᵻsˈaɪd ðˌɛm, bˌʌt ðɪs wʌz tˈaɪɚsʌm, sˌoʊ ðə dˈɔŋki bˈeɪd ðə kˈɑːk flˈaɪ ˌʌp ˌɔn tə hɪz bˈæk, ænd ˈæftɚ ðæt mˈæstɚ ɹˈɛd hˈɛd ɹˈoʊd ɐlˈɔŋ ɪn kˈʌmfɚt.