text_original: I imagined its political prisons yawning with emptiness, while their haggard and decrepit and sorrowful occupants hobbled out into the sunshine of liberty, and the new life we were bringing to them.
text_transcription: I IMAGINED ITS POLITICAL PRISONS YAWNING WITH EMPTINESS WHILE THEIR HAGGARD AND DECREPIT AND SORROWFUL OCCUPANTS HOBBLED OUT INTO THE SUNSHINE OF LIBERTY AND THE NEW LIFE WE WERE BRINGING TO THEM
phonemes: aɪ ɪmˈædʒɪnd ɪts pəlˈɪɾɪkəl pɹˈɪzənz jˈɔːnɪŋ wɪð ˈɛmptinəs, wˌaɪl ðɛɹ hˈæɡɚd ænd dᵻkɹˈɛpɪt ænd sˈɑːɹoʊfəl ˈɑːkjʊpənts hˈɑːbəld ˈaʊt ˌɪntʊ ðə sˈʌnʃaɪn ʌv lˈɪbɚɾi, ænd ðə nˈuː lˈaɪf wiː wɜː bɹˈɪŋɪŋ tə ðˌɛm.