text_original: No, hark!   A singing as of some far meadow lark. It is the same old miracle applied Unto myself, that on the mountain side The few small loaves and fishes multiplied.
text_transcription: NO HARK A SINGING AS OF SOME FARM MEADOW LARK IT IS THE SAME OLD MIRACLE APPLIED UNTO MYSELF THAT ON THE MOUNTAIN SIDE THE FEW SMALL LOAVES AND FISHES MULTIPLIED
phonemes: nˈoʊ, hˈɑːɹk!   ɐ sˈɪŋɪŋ æz ʌv sˌʌm fˈɑːɹ mˈɛdoʊ lˈɑːɹk. ɪɾ ɪz ðə sˈeɪm ˈoʊld mˈɪɹəkəl ɐplˈaɪd ˌʌntʊ maɪsˈɛlf, ðæt ɔnðə mˈaʊntɪn sˈaɪd ðə fjˈuː smˈɔːl lˈoʊvz ænd fˈɪʃᵻz mˌʌltɪplˈaɪd.