text_original: "My son," the doctor cried, "There is no part so sensitive to blows. I have the honour to attend your race, And am a surgeon, too, the whole world knows."
text_transcription: MY SON THE DOCTOR CRIED THERE IS NO PART SO SENSITIVE TO BLOWS I HAVE THE HONOR TO ATTEND YOUR RACE AND AM A SURGEON TOO THE WHOLE WORLD KNOWS
phonemes: "maɪ sˈʌn," ðə dˈɑːktɚ kɹˈaɪd, "ðɛɹ ɪz nˈoʊ pˈɑːɹt sˌoʊ sˈɛnsᵻtˌɪv tə blˈoʊz. aɪ hæv ðɪ ˈɑːnɚ tʊ ɐtˈɛnd jʊɹ ɹˈeɪs, ænd ɐm ɐ sˈɜːdʒən, tˈuː, ðə hˈoʊl wˈɜːld nˈoʊz."