text_original: A week of labor limbered up my stiffened hand and voice, I stole an extra hour from sleep, to practice and rejoice; When, ting a ling, the door bell rang a discord in my trill   The baby in the flat across was very, very ill.
text_transcription: A WEEK OF LABOR LIMBERED UP MY STIFFENED HAND AND VOICE I STOLE AN EXTRA HOUR FROM SLEEP TO PRACTISE AND REJOICE WHEN TINGLING THE DOOR BELL RANG A DISCORD IN MY TRILL THE BABY IN THE FLATTER CROSS WAS VERY VERY ILL
phonemes: ɐ wˈiːk ʌv lˈeɪbɚ lˈɪmbɚd ˌʌp maɪ stˈɪfənd hˈænd ænd vˈɔɪs, aɪ stˈoʊl ɐn ˈɛkstɹə ˈaʊɚ fɹʌm slˈiːp, tə pɹˈæktɪs ænd ɹᵻdʒˈɔɪs; wˌɛn, tˈɪŋ ɐ lˈɪŋ, ðə dˈɔːɹ bˈɛl ɹˈæŋ ɐ dˈɪskɔːɹd ɪn maɪ tɹˈɪl ðə bˈeɪbi ɪnðə flˈæt əkɹˌɑːs wʌz vˈɛɹi, vˈɛɹi ˈɪl.