text_original: Hannah laughed like a swarm of spring blackbirds. "I declare, John, you do beat all! Ain't it real pleasant here? Seems to me I never saw things so handy." Oh, Hannah, what if your prophetic soul could have foreseen the conveniences of this hundred years after!
text_transcription: HANNAH LAUGHED LIKE A SWARM OF SPRING BLACKBIRDS I DECLARE JOHN YOU DO BEAT ALL AIN'T IT REAL PLEASANT HERE SEEMS TO ME I NEVER SAW THING SO HANDY OH HANNAH WHAT IF YOUR PROPHETIC SOUL COULD HAVE FORESEEN THE CONVENIENCES OF THIS HUNDRED YEARS AFTER
phonemes: hˈænə lˈæft lˈaɪk ɐ swˈɔːɹm ʌv spɹˈɪŋ blˈækbɜːdz. "aɪ dᵻklˈɛɹ, dʒˈɑːn, juː dˈuː bˈiːt ˈɔːl! ˈeɪnt ɪt ɹˈiːəl plˈɛzənt hˈɪɹ? sˈiːmz tə mˌiː aɪ nˈɛvɚ sˈɔː θˈɪŋz sˌoʊ hˈændi." ˈoʊ, hˈænə, wˌʌt ɪf jʊɹ pɹɑːfˈɛɾɪk sˈoʊl kˌʊdɐv fɔːɹsˈiːn ðə kənvˈiːnɪənsᵻz ʌv ðɪs hˈʌndɹɪd jˈɪɹz ˈæftɚ!