text_original: "What pretty dreams you'll have to night!" "Horses ran away," Jamie began, opening his blue eyes. "Went faster than my rocking horse! Dreadful! Don't want to go out in the carriage any more." "Never mind," said nurse, with a little hug, "we won't talk about runaway horses at bedtime. We'll just shut our eyes and think of a field of yellow corn, waving, waving, waving."
text_transcription: WHAT PRETTY DREAMS YOU'LL HAVE TO NIGHT HORSES RAN AWAY JAMIE BEGAN OPENING HIS BLUE EYES WENT FASTER THAN MY ROCKING HORSE DREADFUL DON'T WANT TO GO OUT IN THE CARRIAGE ANY MORE NEVER MIND SAID NURSE WITH A LITTLE HUG WE WON'T TALK ABOUT RUNAWAY HORSES AT BEDTIME WE'VE JUST SHUT OUR EYES AND THINK OF A FIELD OF YELLOW CORN WAVING WAVING WAVING
phonemes: "wˌʌt pɹˈɪɾi dɹˈiːmz juːl hæv tə nˈaɪt!" "hˈɔːɹsᵻz ɹˈæn ɐwˈeɪ," dʒˈeɪmi bɪɡˈæn, ˈoʊpənɪŋ hɪz blˈuː ˈaɪz. "wɛnt fˈæstɚ ðɐn maɪ ɹˈɑːkɪŋ hˈɔːɹs! dɹˈɛdfəl! dˈoʊnt wˈɔnt tə ɡˌoʊ ˈaʊt ɪnðə kˈæɹɪdʒ ˌɛni mˈɔːɹ." "nˈɛvɚ mˈaɪnd," sˈɛd nˈɜːs, wɪð ɐ lˈɪɾəl hˈʌɡ, "wiː woʊnt tˈɔːk ɐbˌaʊt ɹˈʌnəwˌeɪ hˈɔːɹsᵻz æt bˈɛdtaɪm. wiːl dʒˈʌst ʃˈʌt ˌaʊɚɹ ˈaɪz ænd θˈɪŋk əvə fˈiːld ʌv jˈɛloʊ kˈɔːɹn, wˈeɪvɪŋ, wˈeɪvɪŋ, wˈeɪvɪŋ."