text_original: With half shut eyes, across the pulpit bent, The preacher droned in soothing tones about Some theme, that like the narrow windows high, Took in the sky, but left terrestrials out.
text_transcription: WITH HALF SHUT EYES ACROSS THE PULPIT BEND THE PREACHER DRONED IN SOOTHING TONES ABOUT SOME THEME THAT LIKE THE NARROW WINDOWS HIGH TOOK IN THE SKY BUT LEFT TERRESTRILS OUT
phonemes: wɪð hˈæf ʃˈʌt ˈaɪz, əkɹˌɑːs ðə pˈʌlpɪt bˈɛnt, ðə pɹˈiːtʃɚ dɹˈoʊnd ɪn sˈuːðɪŋ tˈoʊnz ɐbˌaʊt sˌʌm θˈiːm, ðæt lˈaɪk ðə nˈæɹoʊ wˈɪndoʊz hˈaɪ, tˈʊk ɪnðə skˈaɪ, bˌʌt lˈɛft tɚɹˈɛstɹɪəlz ˈaʊt.