text_original: "Why, I do believe," continued Bobby, as the haze grew a little thinner, "that there's rivers of water runnin' down its sides, just like as if it was a mountain o' loaf sugar wi' the fire brigade a pumpin' on it.
text_transcription: WHY I DO BELIEVE CONTINUED BOBBY AS THE HAZE GREW A LITTLE THINNER THAT THERE'S RIVERS OF WATER RUNNING DOWN ITS SIDES JUST LIKE AS IF IT WAS A MOUNTAIN OF GLOVE SUGAR WITH A FAR BRIGADE OF PUMPON ON IT
phonemes: "wˈaɪ, aɪ dˈuː bᵻlˈiːv," kəntˈɪnjuːd bˈɑːbi, æz ðə hˈeɪz ɡɹˈuː ɐ lˈɪɾəl θˈɪnɚ, "ðæt ðɛɹz ɹˈɪvɚz ʌv wˈɔːɾɚ ɹˈʌnɪn dˌaʊn ɪts sˈaɪdz, dʒˈʌst lˈaɪk æz ɪf ɪt wʌzɐ mˈaʊntɪn ˈoʊ lˈoʊf ʃˈʊɡɚ wˈaɪ ðə fˈaɪɚ bɹɪɡˈeɪd ɐ pˈʌmpɪn ˈɔn ɪt.