text_original: "A seven fold death awaits these travelers," thought the palm. "The lions will devour them, thirst will parch them, the sand storm will bury them, robbers will trap them, sunstroke will blight them, and fear will destroy them."
text_transcription: A SEVENFOLD DEATH AWAITS THESE TRAVELLERS THOUGHT THE POM THE LIONS WILL DEVOUR THEM THIRST WILL PARCH THEM THE SAND STORM WILL BURY THEM ROBBERS WILL TRAP THEM SUNSTROKE WILL BLIGHT THEM AND FEAR WILL DESTROY THEM
phonemes: "ɐ sˈɛvən fˈoʊld dˈɛθ ɐwˈeɪts ðiːz tɹˈævəlɚz," θˈɔːt ðə pˈɑːm. "ðə lˈaɪənz wɪl dɪvˈaʊɚ ðˌɛm, θˈɜːst wɪl pˈɑːɹtʃ ðˌɛm, ðə sˈænd stˈɔːɹm wɪl bˈɛɹi ðˌɛm, ɹˈɑːbɚz wɪl tɹˈæp ðˌɛm, sˈʌnstɹoʊk wɪl blˈaɪt ðˌɛm, ænd fˈɪɹ wɪl dᵻstɹˈɔɪ ðˌɛm."