text_original: It was late afternoon when Vera left the quiet lane and turned into the dusty road that led to the tomb of Cecilia Metella; lingering on her way to admire a team of those magnificent fawn coloured and cream white oxen, whose beauty always went to her heart.
text_transcription: IT WAS LATE AFTERNOON WHEN VERA LEFT THE QUIET LANE AND TURNED INTO THE DUSTY ROAD THAT LED TO THE TOMB OF CHECHELIA METELLA LINGERING ON HER WAY TO ADMIRE A TEAM OF THOSE MAGNIFICENT FAWN COLOURED AND CREAM WHITE OXEN WHOSE BEAUTY ALWAYS WENT TO HER HEART
phonemes: ɪt wʌz lˈeɪt ˌæftɚnˈuːn wɛn vˈiəɹə lˈɛft ðə kwˈaɪət lˈeɪn ænd tˈɜːnd ˌɪntʊ ðə dˈʌsti ɹˈoʊd ðæt lˈɛd tə ðə tˈuːm ʌv sᵻsˈiːliə miːtˈɛlə; lˈɪŋɡɚɹɪŋ ˌɔn hɜː wˈeɪ tʊ ɐdmˈaɪɚɹ ɐ tˈiːm ʌv ðoʊz mæɡnˈɪfɪsənt fˈɔːn kˈʌlɚd ænd kɹˈiːm wˈaɪt ˈɑːksən, hˌuːz bjˈuːɾi ˈɔːlweɪz wɛnt tə hɜː hˈɑːɹt.