text_original: "Drink," I said, presenting him the wine. He raised it to his lips with a leer. He paused and nodded to me familiarly, while his bells jingled. "I drink," he said, "to the buried that repose around us." "And I to your long life."
text_transcription: DRINK I SAID PRESENTING HIM THE WINE HE RAISED IT TO HIS LIPS WITH A LEER HE PAUSED AND NODDED TO ME FAMILIARLY WHILE HIS BELLS JINGLED I DRINK HE SAID TO THE BERRIED THAT REPOSE AROUND US AND I TO YOUR LONG LIFE
phonemes: "dɹˈɪŋk," aɪ sˈɛd, pɹɪzˈɛntɪŋ hˌɪm ðə wˈaɪn. hiː ɹˈeɪzd ɪt tə hɪz lˈɪps wɪð ɐ lˈɪɹ. hiː pˈɔːzd ænd nˈɑːdᵻd tə mˌiː fəmˈɪlɪɹli, wˌaɪl hɪz bˈɛlz dʒˈɪŋɡəld. "aɪ dɹˈɪŋk," hiː sˈɛd, "tə ðə bˈɛɹid ðæt ɹᵻpˈoʊz ɚɹˈaʊnd ˌʌs." "ænd aɪ tə jʊɹ lˈɔŋ lˈaɪf."