text_original: "Keep still!" said the thrush as she nestled her young, In a nest by the road; in a nest by the road. "For the tyrants are near, and with them appear What bodes us no good; what bodes us no good."
text_transcription: KEEP STILL SAID THE THRUSH AS SHE NESTLED HER YOUNG IN THE NEST BY THE ROAD IN THE NEST BY THE ROAD FOR THE TYRANTS ARE NEAR AND WITH THEM APPEAR WHAT BODES US NO GOOD WHAT BODES US NO GOOD
phonemes: "kˈiːp stˈɪl!" sˈɛd ðə θɹˈʌʃ æz ʃiː nˈɛsəld hɜː jˈʌŋ, ɪn ɐ nˈɛst baɪ ðə ɹˈoʊd; ɪn ɐ nˈɛst baɪ ðə ɹˈoʊd. "fɚðə tˈaɪɹənts ɑːɹ nˈɪɹ, ænd wɪð ðˌɛm ɐpˈɪɹ wʌt bˈoʊdz ˌʌs nˈoʊ ɡˈʊd; wˌʌt bˈoʊdz ˌʌs nˈoʊ ɡˈʊd."