text_original: Wherever I looked there were grey skies, and dingy houses, and discoloured paint, and dirty streets, and miserable looking squares and sooty stuff that it was pitiful to call grass, and smoke and mud all the same colour and equally stupefying.
text_transcription: WHEREVER I LOOKED THERE WERE GRAY SKIES AND DINGY HOUSES AND DISCOLORED PAINT AND DIRTY STREETS AND MISERABLE LOOKING SQUARES AND SOOTY STUFF THAT IT WAS PITIFUL TO CALL GRASS AND SMOKE AND BUD ALL THE SAME COLOR AND EQUALLY STUPEFYING
phonemes: wɛɹˈɛvɚɹ aɪ lˈʊkt ðɛɹwˌɜː ɡɹˈeɪ skˈaɪz, ænd dˈɪndʒi hˈaʊzᵻz, ænd dɪskˈʌlɚd pˈeɪnt, ænd dˈɜːɾi stɹˈiːts, ænd mˈɪzɹəbəl lˈʊkɪŋ skwˈɛɹz ænd sˈʊɾi stˈʌf ðˌɐɾɪt wʌz pˈɪɾifəl tə kˈɔːl ɡɹˈæs, ænd smˈoʊk ænd mˈʌd ˈɔːl ðə sˈeɪm kˈʌlɚ ænd ˈiːkwəli stˈuːpɪfˌaɪɪŋ.