text_original: What a sweet old earth it was, after all! Green pastures and still waters were to be found by all who let the angels guide them. It is our own fault always if we enter the barren and dry land where no water is.
text_transcription: WHAT A SWEET OLD EARTH IT WAS AFTER ALL GREEN PASTURES AND STILL WATERS WERE TO BE FOUND BY ALL WHO LET THE ANGELS GUIDE THEM IT IS OUR OWN FAULT ALWAYS IF WE ENTER THE BARREN AND DRY LAND WHERE NO WATER IS
phonemes: wˌʌt ɐ swˈiːt ˈoʊld ˈɜːθ ɪt wˈʌz, ˈæftɚɹ ˈɔːl! ɡɹˈiːn pˈæstʃɚz ænd stˈɪl wˈɔːɾɚz wɜː təbi fˈaʊnd baɪ ˈɔːl hˌuː lˈɛt ðɪ ˈeɪndʒəlz ɡˈaɪd ðˌɛm. ɪɾ ɪz ˌaʊɚɹ ˈoʊn fˈɔlt ˈɔːlweɪz ɪf wiː ˈɛntɚ ðə bˈæɹən ænd dɹˈaɪ lˈænd wˌɛɹ nˈoʊ wˈɔːɾɚɹ ɪz.