text_original: It was the dreariest of November days. The only bright spot was a crimson sumach, spreading its gorgeous foliage against the watery grey of the sky, and misty back ground of fog hidden fields.
text_transcription: IT WAS THE DREARIEST OF NOVEMBER DAYS THE ONLY BRIGHT SPOT WAS A CRIMSON SUMAC SPREADING ITS GORGEOUS FOLIAGE AGAINST THE WATERY GREY OF THE SKY AND MISTY BACKGROUND OF FOG HIDDEN FIELDS
phonemes: ɪt wʌzðə dɹˈɪɹiɪst ʌv noʊvˈɛmbɚ dˈeɪz. ðɪ ˈoʊnli bɹˈaɪt spˈɑːt wʌzɐ kɹˈɪmsən sˈuːmætʃ, spɹˈɛdɪŋ ɪts ɡˈɔːɹdʒəs fˈoʊlɪɪdʒ ɐɡˈɛnst ðə wˈɔːɾɚɹi ɡɹˈeɪ ʌvðə skˈaɪ, ænd mˈɪsti bˈæk ɡɹˈaʊnd ʌv fˈɑːɡ hˈɪdən fˈiːldz.