text_original: He'll eat 'em fast enough, I tells him, and so he will; as long as I'll stand to cook 'em; but he won't lift never a hand to get 'em off the trees. No thin' but corn and oats, and them things, is work for a man, he thinks."
text_transcription: HE'LL EAT EM FAST ENOUGH I TELLS HIM AND SO HE WILL AS LONG AS I'LL STAND TO COOK EM BUT HE WON'T LIFT NEVER A HAND TO GET HIM OFF THE TREES NOTHING BUT CORN AND OATS AND THEM THINGS IS WORK FOR A MAN HE THINKS
phonemes: hiːl ˈiːt ˈɛm fˈæst ɪnˈʌf, aɪ tˈɛlz hˌɪm, ænd sˌoʊ hiː wˈɪl; æz lˈɔŋ æz aɪl stˈænd tə kˈʊk ˈɛm; bˌʌt hiː woʊnt lˈɪft nˈɛvɚɹ ɐ hˈænd tə ɡɛt ˈɛm ˈɔf ðə tɹˈiːz. nˈoʊ θˈɪn bˌʌt kˈɔːɹn ænd ˈoʊts, ænd ðˌɛm θˈɪŋz, ɪz wˈɜːk fɚɹə mˈæn, hiː θˈɪŋks."