text_original: So the Stout One followed the prince, and after a while they found another man who was lying on the ground with his ear laid to the turf. "What art thou doing there?" asked the King's son. "I am listening," replied the man. "What art thou listening to so attentively?" "I am listening to what is just going on in the world, for nothing escapes my ears; I even hear the grass growing."
text_transcription: SO THE STOUT ONE FOLLOWED THE PRINCE AND AFTER A WHILE THEY FOUND ANOTHER MAN WHO WAS LYING ON THE GROUND WITH HIS EAR LAID TO THE TURF WHAT ART THOU DOING THERE ASKED THE KING'S SON I AM LISTENING REPLIED THE MAN WHAT ART THOU LISTENING TO SO ATTENTIVELY I AM LISTENING TO WHAT IS JUST GOING ON IN THE WORLD FOR NOTHING ESCAPES MY EARS I EVEN HEAR THE GRASS GROWING
phonemes: sˌoʊ ðə stˈaʊt wˈʌn fˈɑːloʊd ðə pɹˈɪns, ænd ˈæftɚɹ ɐ wˈaɪl ðeɪ fˈaʊnd ɐnˈʌðɚ mˈæn hˌuː wʌz lˈaɪɪŋ ɔnðə ɡɹˈaʊnd wɪð hɪz ˈɪɹ lˈeɪd tə ðə tˈɜːf. "wˌʌt ˈɑːɹt ðˈaʊ dˌuːɪŋ ðˈɛɹ?" ˈæskt ðə kˈɪŋz sˈʌn. "aɪɐm lˈɪsənɪŋ," ɹᵻplˈaɪd ðə mˈæn. "wˌʌt ˈɑːɹt ðˈaʊ lˈɪsənɪŋ tə sˌoʊ ɐtˈɛntɪvli?" "aɪɐm lˈɪsənɪŋ tə wʌt ɪz dʒˈʌst ɡˌoʊɪŋ ˌɔn ɪnðə wˈɜːld, fɔːɹ nˈʌθɪŋ ɛskˈeɪps maɪ ˈɪɹz; aɪ ˈiːvən hˈɪɹ ðə ɡɹˈæs ɡɹˈoʊɪŋ."