text_original: I laugh at everything, even at that poor woman who was a gypsy, and whom solitude has driven mad. My three heirs are growing up in the fear of the Devil and the gallows.
text_transcription: I LAUGH AT EVERYTHING EVEN AT THAT POOR WOMAN WHO WAS A GIPSY AND WHOM SOLITUDE HAS DRIVEN MAD MY THREE AIRS ARE GROWING UP IN THE FEAR OF THE DEVIL AND THE GALLOWS
phonemes: aɪ lˈæf æɾ ˈɛvɹɪθˌɪŋ, ˈiːvən æt ðæt pˈʊɹ wˈʊmən hˌuː wʌzɐ dʒˈɪpsi, ænd hˈuːm sˈɑːlɪtˌuːd hɐz dɹˈɪvən mˈæd. maɪ θɹˈiː ˈɛɹz ɑːɹ ɡɹˈoʊɪŋ ˌʌp ɪnðə fˈɪɹ ʌvðə dˈɛvəl ænd ðə ɡˈæloʊz.