text_original: Last summer, when the boulder seemed to be dripping with large juicy crimson honeysuckle berries, I watched a big bullfinch gorging to his heart's content, his red waistcoat mingling well with the red of the berries.
text_transcription: LAST SUMMER WHEN THE BOULDER SEEMED TO BE DRIPPING WITH LARGE JUICY CRIMSON HONEYSUCKLEBERRIES I WATCHED A BIG BULLFINCH GORGING TO HIS HEART'S CONTENT HIS RED WAISTCOAT MINGLING WELL WITH THE RED OF THE BERRIES
phonemes: lˈæst sˈʌmɚ, wˌɛn ðə bˈoʊldɚ sˈiːmd təbi dɹˈɪpɪŋ wɪð lˈɑːɹdʒ dʒˈuːsi kɹˈɪmsən hˈʌnɪsˌʌkəl bˈɛɹiz, aɪ wˈɑːtʃt ɐ bˈɪɡ bˈʊlfɪntʃ ɡˈɔːɹdʒɪŋ tə hɪz hˈɑːɹts kˈɑːntɛnt, hɪz ɹˈɛd wˈeɪstkoʊt mˈɪŋɡəlɪŋ wˈɛl wɪððə ɹˈɛd ʌvðə bˈɛɹiz.