text_original: WEEK NIGHT SERVICE THE five old bells Are hurrying and eagerly calling, Imploring, protesting They know, but clamorously falling Into gabbling incoherence, never resting, Like spattering showers from a bursten sky rocket dropping In splashes of sound, endlessly, never stopping.
text_transcription: WEEK NIGHT SERVICE THE FIVE OLD BELLS ARE HURRYING AND EAGERLY CALLING IMPLORING PROTESTING THEY KNOW BUT CLAMOROUSLY FALLING INTO GABBLING INCOHERENCE NEVER RESTING LIKE SPATTERING SHOWERS FROM A BURSTON SKY ROCKET DROPPING IN SPLASHES OF SOUND ENDLESSLY NEVER STOPPING
phonemes: wˈiːk nˈaɪt sˈɜːvɪs ðə fˈaɪv ˈoʊld bˈɛlz ɑːɹ hˈɜːɹiɪŋ ænd ˈiːɡɚli kˈɔːlɪŋ, ɪmplˈɔːɹɪŋ, pɹətˈɛstɪŋ ðeɪ nˈoʊ, bˌʌt klˈæmɚɹəsli fˈɔːlɪŋ ˌɪntʊ ɡˈæblɪŋ ɪŋkoʊhˈɪɹəns, nˈɛvɚ ɹˈɛstɪŋ, lˈaɪk spˈæɾɚɹɪŋ ʃˈaʊɚz fɹʌm ɐ bˈɜːsʔn̩ skˈaɪ ɹˈɑːkɪt dɹˈɑːpɪŋ ɪn splˈæʃᵻz ʌv sˈaʊnd, ˈɛndləsli, nˈɛvɚ stˈɑːpɪŋ.