text_original: I feel sorry for the town dweller; he knows nothing of the real charm of a bonfire. All too often the word stands to him for nothing more than a mass of damp and decaying leaves that simply won't burn.
text_transcription: I FEEL SORRY FOR THE TOWN DWELLER HE KNOWS NOTHING OF THE REAL CHARM OF A BONFIRE ALL TOO OFTEN THE WORD STANDS TO HIM FOR NOTHING MORE THAN A MASS OF DAMP AND DECAYING LEAVES THAT SIMPLY WON'T BURN
phonemes: aɪ fˈiːl sˈɑːɹi fɚðə tˈaʊn dwˈɛlɚ; hiː nˈoʊz nˈʌθɪŋ ʌvðə ɹˈiːəl tʃˈɑːɹm əvə bˈɑːnfaɪɚ. ˈɔːl tˈuː ˈɔfən ðə wˈɜːd stˈændz tə hˌɪm fɔːɹ nˈʌθɪŋ mˈɔːɹ ðˌænə mˈæs ʌv dˈæmp ænd dᵻkˈeɪɪŋ lˈiːvz ðæt sˈɪmpli woʊnt bˈɜːn.