text_original: The little thing was not dead when we came up, and at the sight of us it gave a poor little thin bleat that turns me remorseful whenever I think of it.
text_transcription: THE LITTLE THING WAS NOT DEAD WHEN WE CAME UP AND AT THE SIGHT OF US IT GAVE A POOR LITTLE THIN BLEAT THAT TURNS ME REMORSEFUL WHENEVER I THINK OF IT
phonemes: ðə lˈɪɾəl θˈɪŋ wʌz nˌɑːt dˈɛd wɛn wiː kˈeɪm ˈʌp, ænd æt ðə sˈaɪt ʌv ˌʌs ɪt ɡˈeɪv ɐ pˈʊɹ lˈɪɾəl θˈɪn blˈiːt ðæt tˈɜːnz mˌiː ɹᵻmˈɔːɹsfəl wɛnˌɛvɚɹ aɪ θˈɪŋk ʌv ɪt.