text_original: "Glory be to the holy mother of God !" cried an old woman, her bald head shaking as she twirled her distaff. " I only wish I might see the head of that Hans, so that I might make sure if his eyes are really live coals, as they say."
text_transcription: GLORY BE TO THE HOLY MOTHER OF GOD CRIED AN OLD WOMAN HER BALD HEAD SHAKING AS SHE TWIRLED HER DISTAFF I ONLY WISH I MIGHT SEE THE HEAD OF THAT HANS SO THAT I MIGHT MAKE SURE IF HIS EYES ARE REALLY LIVE COLDS AS THEY SAY
phonemes: "ɡlˈɔːɹi biː tə ðə hˈoʊli mˈʌðɚɹ ʌv ɡˈɑːd !" kɹˈaɪd ɐn ˈoʊld wˈʊmən, hɜː bˈɔːld hˈɛd ʃˈeɪkɪŋ æz ʃiː twˈɜːld hɜː dɪstˈæf. " aɪ ˈoʊnli wˈɪʃ aɪ mˌaɪt sˈiː ðə hˈɛd ʌv ðæt hˈænz, sˌoʊ ðæt aɪ mˌaɪt mˌeɪk ʃˈʊɹ ɪf hɪz ˈaɪz ɑːɹ ɹˈiəli lˈaɪv kˈoʊlz, æz ðeɪ sˈeɪ."