text_original: "Well, Mother, you know I ain't got a real good gown. There's the black lutestring petticoat Sylvy fetched me two years ago; but there ain't any gown to it.
text_transcription: WELL MOTHER YOU KNOW I AIN'T GOT A REAL GOOD GOWN THAT'S THE BLACK LOOSE STRING PETTICOAT SYLVIE FETCHED ME TWO YEARS AGO BUT THERE AIN'T ANY GOWN TO IT
phonemes: "wˈɛl, mˈʌðɚ, juː nˈoʊ aɪ ˈeɪnt ɡɑːt ɐ ɹˈiːəl ɡˈʊd ɡˈaʊn. ðɛɹz ðə blˈæk lˈuːɾɛstɹɪŋ pˈɛɾɪkˌoʊt sˈɪlvi fˈɛtʃt mˌiː tˈuː jˈɪɹz ɐɡˈoʊ; bˌʌt ðɛɹ ˈeɪnt ˌɛni ɡˈaʊn tʊ ɪt.