text_original: ' Well, the hunting's all over, don't you know, and there's no more shooting, and I never cared much for fishing, and I've got such a confoundedly clever bailiff that he won't let me open my mouth on the farm.
text_transcription: WELL THE HUNTING'S ALL OVER DON'T YOU KNOW AND THERE'S NO MORE SHOOTING AND I NEVER CARED MUCH FOR FISHING AND I'VE GOT SUCH A CONFOUNDEDLY CLEVER BAILIFF THAT HE WON'T LET ME OPEN MY MOUTH ON THE FARM
phonemes: wˈɛl, ðə hˈʌntɪŋz ˈɔːl ˈoʊvɚ, dˈoʊnt juː nˈoʊ, ænd ðɛɹz nˈoʊmˌɔːɹ ʃˈuːɾɪŋ, ænd aɪ nˈɛvɚ kˈɛɹd mˈʌtʃ fɔːɹ fˈɪʃɪŋ, ænd aɪv ɡɑːt sˈʌtʃ ɐ kənfˈaʊndᵻdli klˈɛvɚ bˈeɪlɪf ðæt hiː woʊnt lˈɛt mˌiː ˈoʊpən maɪ mˈaʊθ ɔnðə fˈɑːɹm.