text_original: "Ah!" said Hans quite loud, "what a fine thing it is to ride! There you sit as on a chair; you stumble over no stones, you save your shoes, and get on, you don't know how."
text_transcription: AH SAID HANS QUITE LOUD WHAT A FINE THING IT IS TO RIDE THERE YOU SIT AS ON A CHAIR YOU STUMBLE OVER NO STONES YOU SAVE YOUR SHOES AND GET ON YOU DON'T KNOW HOW
phonemes: "ˈɑː!" sˈɛd hˈænz kwˈaɪt lˈaʊd, "wˌʌt ɐ fˈaɪn θˈɪŋ ɪɾ ɪz tə ɹˈaɪd! ðɛɹ juː sˈɪt æz ˌɔn ɐ tʃˈɛɹ; juː stˈʌmbəl ˌoʊvɚ nˈoʊ stˈoʊnz, juː sˈeɪv jʊɹ ʃˈuːz, ænd ɡɛt ˈɔn, juː dˈoʊnt nˈoʊ hˈaʊ."