text_original: "Not for me. There's the Patrol to think of." Kane laughed. "Punks. Bell boys. They'd better learn to shoot before they leave their school books." Pop Ganlon frowned slightly. "You talk big, mister."
text_transcription: NOT FOR ME THERE'S THE PATROL TO THINK OF KANE LAUGHED PUNKS BELL BOYS THEY'D BETTER LEARN TO SHOOT BEFORE THEY LEAVE THEIR SCHOOL BOOKS POP GANLIN FROWNED SLIGHTLY YOU TALK BIG MISTER
phonemes: "nˌɑːt fɔːɹ mˌiː. ðɛɹz ðə pɐtɹˈoʊl tə θˈɪŋk ʌv." kˈeɪn lˈæft. "pˈʌŋks. bˈɛl bˈɔɪz. ðeɪd bˈɛɾɚ lˈɜːn tə ʃˈuːt bᵻfˌɔːɹ ðeɪ lˈiːv ðɛɹ skˈuːl bˈʊks." pˈɑːp ɡˈænlən fɹˈaʊnd slˈaɪtli. "juː tˈɔːk bˈɪɡ, mˈɪstɚ."