text_original: His sickly smile had degenerated into a fatuous grin. His shifty eyes kept recurring to the stranger's face in front of him. It was the stranger who was the next to speak, "Did you hear what those men were talking about?" "Yes."
text_transcription: HIS SICKLY SMILE HAD DEGENERATED INTO A FATIOUS GRIN HIS SHIFTY EYES KEPT RECURRING TO THE STRANGER'S FACE IN FRONT OF HIM IT WAS THE STRANGER WHO WAS THE NEXT TO SPEAK DID YOU HEAR WHAT THOSE MEN WERE TALKING ABOUT YES
phonemes: hɪz sˈɪkli smˈaɪl hæd dᵻdʒˈɛnɚɹˌeɪɾᵻd ˌɪntʊ ɐ fˈætʃuːəs ɡɹˈɪn. hɪz ʃˈɪfti ˈaɪz kˈɛpt ɹᵻkˈɜːɹɪŋ tə ðə stɹˈeɪndʒɚz fˈeɪs ɪn fɹˈʌnt ʌv hˌɪm. ɪt wʌzðə stɹˈeɪndʒɚ hˌuː wʌzðə nˈɛkst tə spˈiːk, "dˈɪd juː hˈɪɹ wʌt ðoʊz mˈɛn wɜː tˈɔːkɪŋ ɐbˈaʊt?" "jˈɛs."