text_original: On the hottest summer days the grasses still sigh; the bees hum all day long in the clover; the blue tits tweet and twitter as they swing about the birches, and their cousins the coal tits keep up an endless run of comment in the larches.
text_transcription: ON THE HOTTEST SUMMER DAYS THE GRASSES STILL SIGH THE BEES HUM ALL DAY LONG IN THE CLOVER THE BLUE TITS TWEAT AND TWITTER AS THEY SWING ABOUT THE BIRCHES AND THEIR COUSINS THE COAL TITS KEEP UP AN ENDLESS RUN OF COMMENT IN THE LARCHES
phonemes: ɔnðə hˈɑːɾɪst sˈʌmɚ dˈeɪz ðə ɡɹˈæsᵻz stˈɪl sˈaɪ; ðə bˈiːz hˈʌm ˈɔːl dˈeɪ lˈɔŋ ɪnðə klˈoʊvɚ; ðə blˈuː tˈɪts twˈiːt ænd twˈɪɾɚɹ æz ðeɪ swˈɪŋ ɐbˌaʊt ðə bˈɜːtʃᵻz, ænd ðɛɹ kˈʌzənz ðə kˈoʊl tˈɪts kˈiːp ˌʌp ɐn ˈɛndləs ɹˈʌn ʌv kˈɑːmɛnt ɪnðə lˈɑːɹtʃᵻz.