text_original: "That?" asked the girl, turning the virgin blue fire of her eyes on him. "That was my death song that I practice each day. Perhaps soon I shall be released from this."
text_transcription: THAT ASKED THE GIRL TURNING THE VIRGIN BLUE FIRE OF HER EYES ON HIM THAT WAS MY DEATH SONG THAT I PRACTISE EACH DAY PERHAPS SOON I SHALL BE RELEASED FROM THIS
phonemes: "ðˈæt?" ˈæskt ðə ɡˈɜːl, tˈɜːnɪŋ ðə vˈɜːdʒɪn blˈuː fˈaɪɚɹ ʌv hɜːɹ ˈaɪz ˈɔn hˌɪm. "ðæt wʌz maɪ dˈɛθ sˈɔŋ ðæt aɪ pɹˈæktɪs ˈiːtʃ dˈeɪ. pɚhˈæps sˈuːn aɪʃˌɐl biː ɹᵻlˈiːst fɹʌm ðˈɪs."