text_original: Wilt thou sit down here? the dust is soft, and the music is like angels singing." Iddo smiled. "Thou art right, little one," he said; "'tis like the voice of an angel." "I lift up mine eyes to the hills.
text_transcription: WILT THOU SIT DOWN HERE THE DUST IS SOFT AND THE MUSIC IS LIKE ANGELS SINGING IDO SMILED THOU ART RIGHT LITTLE ONE HE SAID TIS LIKE THE VOICE OF AN ANGEL I LIFT UP MINE EYES TO THE HILLS
phonemes: wˈɪlt ðˈaʊ sˈɪt dˌaʊn hˈɪɹ? ðə dˈʌst ɪz sˈɔft, ænd ðə mjˈuːzɪk ɪz lˈaɪk ˈeɪndʒəlz sˈɪŋɪŋ." ˈaɪdoʊ smˈaɪld. "ðˈaʊ ˈɑːɹt ɹˈaɪt, lˈɪɾəl wˌʌn," hiː sˈɛd; "tˈɪz lˈaɪk ðə vˈɔɪs əvən ˈeɪndʒəl." "aɪ lˈɪft ˌʌp mˈaɪn ˈaɪz tə ðə hˈɪlz.