text_original: Again the man laughed, and with his foot shoved the body of Warren lying motionless on the ground. "Come on," said the other man. "Why waste words? Get hold of him and bring him along!" "Let me have my way," said the man standing over Ivan. "This amuses me. Come, come, young one, what will you obedience or a broken head?"
text_transcription: AGAIN THE MAN LAUGHED AND WITH HIS FOOT SHOVED THE BODY OF WARREN LYING MOTIONLESS ON THE GROUND COME ON SAID THE OTHER MAN WHY WASTE WORDS GET HOLD OF HIM AND BRING HIM ALONG LET ME HAVE MY WAY SAID THE MAN STANDING OVER IVAN THIS AMUSES ME COME COME YOUNG ONE WHAT WILL YOU OBEDIENCE OR A BROKEN HEAD
phonemes: ɐɡˈɛn ðə mˈæn lˈæft, ænd wɪð hɪz fˈʊt ʃˈʌvd ðə bˈɑːdi ʌv wˈɔːɹən lˈaɪɪŋ mˈoʊʃənləs ɔnðə ɡɹˈaʊnd. "kˈʌm ˈɔn," sˈɛd ðɪ ˈʌðɚ mˈæn. "wˌaɪ wˈeɪst wˈɜːdz? ɡɛt hˈoʊld ʌv hˌɪm ænd bɹˈɪŋ hˌɪm ɐlˈɔŋ!" "lˈɛt mˌiː hæv maɪ wˈeɪ," sˈɛd ðə mˈæn stˈændɪŋ ˌoʊvɚɹ ˈaɪvən. "ðɪs ɐmjˈuːzᵻz mˌiː. kˈʌm, kˈʌm, jˈʌŋ wˌʌn, wˌʌt wɪl juː oʊbˈiːdiəns ɔːɹ ɐ bɹˈoʊkən hˈɛd?"