text_original: It doesn't look a bit like the same sort of dear old Sun just blazing like a red hot Moon among a lot of white hot stars and planets. Look, aren't those peaks lovely, and that cloud sea?  why, for all the world we might be in a balloon above the Rockies or the Alps.
text_transcription: IT DOESN'T LOOK A BIT LIKE THE SAME SORT OF DEAR OLD SUN JUST BLAZING LIKE A RED HOT MOON AMONG A LOT OF WHITE HOT STARS AND PLANETS LOOK AREN'T THOSE PEAKS LOVELY AND THAT CLOUD SEA WHY FOR ALL THE WORLD WE MIGHT BE IN A BALLOON ABOVE THE ROCKIES OR THE ALPS
phonemes: ɪt dˈʌzənt lˈʊk ɐ bˈɪt lˈaɪk ðə sˈeɪm sˈɔːɹt ʌv dˈɪɹ ˈoʊld sˈʌn dʒˈʌst blˈeɪzɪŋ lˈaɪk ɐ ɹˈɛd hˈɑːt mˈuːn ɐmˌʌŋ ɐ lˈɑːt ʌv wˈaɪt hˈɑːt stˈɑːɹz ænd plˈænɪts. lˈʊk, ˌɑːɹnt ðoʊz pˈiːks lˈʌvli, ænd ðæt klˈaʊd sˈiː?  wˈaɪ, fɔːɹ ˈɔːl ðə wˈɜːld wiː mˌaɪt biː ɪn ɐ bəlˈuːn əbˌʌv ðə ɹˈɑːkiz ɔːɹ ðɪ ˈælps.