text_original: Strange, hollow clamors rang and echoed back, As, struggling out of mine, I dropped and fell. With frantic strength I beat upon the grate. It yielded to my touch. Some careless hand Had left the bolt half slipped. My father swore Afterward, with a curse, he would make sure Next time. NEXT TIME.
text_transcription: STRANGE HOLLOW CLAMORS RANG AND ECHOED BACK AS STRUGGLING OUT OF MINE I DROPPED AND FELL WITH FRANTIC STRENGTH I BEAT UPON THE GRATE IT YIELDED TO MY TOUCH SOME CARELESS HAND HAD LEFT THE BOLT HALF SLIPPED MY FATHER SWORE AFTERWARD WITH A CURSE HE WOULD MAKE SURE NEXT TIME NEXT TIME
phonemes: stɹˈeɪndʒ, hˈɑːloʊ klˈæmɚz ɹˈæŋ ænd ˈɛkoʊd bˈæk, æz, stɹˈʌɡlɪŋ ˌaʊɾəv mˈaɪn, aɪ dɹˈɑːpt ænd fˈɛl. wɪð fɹˈæntɪk stɹˈɛŋθ aɪ bˈiːt əpˌɑːn ðə ɡɹˈeɪt. ɪt jˈiːldᵻd tə maɪ tˈʌtʃ. sˌʌm kˈɛɹləs hˈænd hæd lˈɛft ðə bˈoʊlt hˈæf slˈɪpt. maɪ fˈɑːðɚ swˈɔːɹ ˈæftɚwɚd, wɪð ɐ kˈɜːs, hiː wʊd mˌeɪk ʃˈʊɹ nˈɛkst tˈaɪm. nˈɛkst tˈaɪm.