text_original: It was one of the hottest days there had been since they came to Kome. To cross the Piazza in front of St. Peter's was like plunging into a bath of molten gold ; while to enter the great Basilica itself was like going into an ice housa.
text_transcription: IT WAS ONE OF THE HOTTEST DAYS THERE HAD BEEN SINCE THEY CAME TO ROME TO CROSS THE PIAZZA IN FRONT OF SAINT PETER'S WAS LIKE PLUNGING INTO A BATH OF MOLTEN GOLD WHILE TO ENTER THE GREAT BASILICA ITSELF WAS LIKE GOING INTO AN ICE HOUSE
phonemes: ɪt wʌz wˈʌn ʌvðə hˈɑːɾɪst dˈeɪz ðɛɹ hɐdbɪn sˈɪns ðeɪ kˈeɪm tə kˈoʊm. tə kɹˈɔs ðə pˈaɪəzə ɪn fɹˈʌnt ʌv sənt. pˈiːɾɚz wʌz lˈaɪk plˈʌndʒɪŋ ˌɪntʊ ɐ bˈæθ ʌv mˈoʊltən ɡˈoʊld ; wˌaɪl tʊ ˈɛntɚ ðə ɡɹˈeɪt bæzˈɪlɪkə ɪtsˈɛlf wʌz lˈaɪk ɡˌoʊɪŋ ˌɪntʊ ɐn ˈaɪs hˈaʊsə.