text_original: "Why are those things left standing in every field corner?" I asked a farmer on one occasion, pointing to the usual grey green waving jungle of weeds. "They nettles?" he questioned, in surprise; "well, what's the good of wasting attention on 'em? They don't hurt no one!"
text_transcription: WHY THOSE THINGS LEFT STANDING IN EVERY FIELD CORNER I ASKED A FARMER ON ONE OCCASION POINTING TO THE USUAL GREY GREEN WAVING JUNGLE OF WEEDS EY NETTLES HE QUESTIONED IN SURPRISE WELL WHAT'S THE GOOD OF WASTING ATTENTION ON EM THEY DON'T HURT NO ONE
phonemes: "wˌaɪ ɑːɹ ðoʊz θˈɪŋz lˈɛft stˈændɪŋ ɪn ˈɛvɹi fˈiːld kˈɔːɹnɚ?" aɪ ˈæskt ɐ fˈɑːɹmɚɹ ˌɔn wˈʌn əkˈeɪʒən, pˈɔɪntɪŋ tə ðə jˈuːʒuːəl ɡɹˈeɪ ɡɹˈiːn wˈeɪvɪŋ dʒˈʌŋɡəl ʌv wˈiːdz. "ðeɪ nˈɛɾəlz?" hiː kwˈɛstʃənd, ɪn sɚpɹˈaɪz; "wˈɛl, wˌʌts ðə ɡˈʊd ʌv wˈeɪstɪŋ ɐtˈɛnʃən ˌɔn ˈɛm? ðeɪ dˈoʊnt hˈɜːt nˈoʊwˈʌn!"