text_original: said the tall boy, Thaddeus, in his rapid Polish. "What think you would cry like that  spirits?" He laughed. "It might be," said the second lad doggedly. "There are spirits, of course; and when souls are set free in the violence of war they say they ever return to haunt the scene of their passing."
text_transcription: SAID THE TALL BOY THADDEUS IN HIS RAPID POLISH WHAT THINK YOU WOULD CRY LIKE THAT SPIRITS HE LAUGHED IT MIGHT BE SAID THE SECOND LAD DOGGEDLY THERE ARE SPIRITS OF COURSE AND WHEN SOULS ARE SET FREE IN THE VIOLENCE OF WAR THEY SAY THEY EVER RETURN TO HAUNT THE SCENE OF THEIR PASSING
phonemes: sˈɛd ðə tˈɔːl bˈɔɪ, θˈædɪəs, ɪn hɪz ɹˈæpɪd pˈoʊlɪʃ. "wˌʌt θˈɪŋk juː wʊd kɹˈaɪ lˈaɪk ðæt spˈɪɹɪts?" hiː lˈæft. "ɪt mˌaɪt bˈiː," sˈɛd ðə sˈɛkənd lˈæd dˈɑːɡᵻdli. "ðɛɹˌɑːɹ spˈɪɹɪts, ʌv kˈɔːɹs; ænd wɛn sˈoʊlz ɑːɹ sˈɛt fɹˈiː ɪnðə vˈaɪələns ʌv wˈɔːɹ ðeɪ sˈeɪ ðeɪ ˈɛvɚ ɹᵻtˈɜːn tə hˈɔːnt ðə sˈiːn ʌv ðɛɹ pˈæsɪŋ."