text_original: THE SIGNBOARD I will paint you a sign, rumseller, And hang it above your door; A truer and better signboard Than ever you had before. I will paint with the skill of a master, And many shall pause to see This wonderful piece of painting, So like the reality.
text_transcription: THE SIGN BOARD I WILL PAINT YOU A SIGN RUM CELLA AND HANG IT ABOVE YOUR DOOR A TRUER AND BETTER SIGN BOARD THAN EVER YOU HAD BEFORE I WILL PAINT WITH THE SKILL OF A MASTER AND MANY SHALL PAUSE TO SEE THIS WONDERFUL PIECE OF PAINTING SO LIKE THE REALITY
phonemes: ðə sˈaɪnbɔːɹd aɪ wɪl pˈeɪnt juː ɐ sˈaɪn, ɹˈʌmsəlɚ, ænd hˈæŋ ɪɾ əbˌʌv jʊɹ dˈɔːɹ; ɐ tɹˈuːɚ ænd bˈɛɾɚ sˈaɪnbɔːɹd ðɐn ˈɛvɚ juː hæd bᵻfˈɔːɹ. aɪ wɪl pˈeɪnt wɪððə skˈɪl əvə mˈæstɚ, ænd mˈɛni ʃˌæl pˈɔːz tə sˈiː ðɪs wˈʌndɚfəl pˈiːs ʌv pˈeɪntɪŋ, sˌoʊ lˈaɪk ðə ɹɪˈælᵻɾi.