text_original: 'What are thou doing that for?' said the Fynoderee. 'Isn't it hot enough for thee?' 'It's too hot, it is; I'm blowing on it to cool it,' said the Farmer. 'I don't like thee at all, boy,' said the Fynoderee, 'for thou can blow hot and blow cold with one breath.'
text_transcription: WHAT ART THOU DOING THAT FOR SAID THE FINIDERIE ISN'T IT HOT ENOUGH FOR THEE IT'S TOO HOT IT IS I'M BLOWING ON IT TO COOL IT SAID THE FARMER I DON'T LIKE THEE AT ALL BOY SAID THE FINNERI FOR THOU CAN BLOW HOT AND BLOW COLD WITH ONE BREATH
phonemes: wˌʌt ɑːɹ ðˈaʊ dˌuːɪŋ ðˈæt fɔːɹ?sˈɛd ðə fˈaɪnoʊdɹˌiː. ˌɪzənt ɪt hˈɑːt ɪnˈʌf fɔːɹ ðˈiː?ɪts tˈuː hˈɑːt, ɪɾ ˈɪz; aɪm blˈoʊɪŋ ˌɔn ɪt tə kˈuːl ɪt,sˈɛd ðə fˈɑːɹmɚ. aɪ dˈoʊnt lˈaɪk ðiː æɾ ˈɔːl, bˈɔɪ,sˈɛd ðə fˈaɪnoʊdɹˌiː, fɔːɹ ðˈaʊ kæn blˈoʊ hˈɑːt ænd blˈoʊ kˈoʊld wɪð wˈʌn bɹˈɛθ.