text_original: THE MOTHER (A GROUP BY ADRIAN CECIONI) Surely admired her the rosy day dawn, when, summoning the farmers to the still gray fields, it saw her barefooted, with quick step passing among the dewy odors of the hay.
text_transcription: THE MOTHER A GROUP BY ADRIANCIA JOHNI SURELY ADMIRED HER THE ROSY DAY DAWN WHEN SUMMONING THE FARMERS TO THE STILL GRAY FIELDS IT SAW HER BARE FOOTED WITH QUICK STEP PASSING AMONG THE DEWY ODORS OF THE HAY
phonemes: ðə mˈʌðɚ (ɐ ɡɹˈuːp baɪ ˈeɪdɹiən sˈɛʃəni) ʃˈʊɹli ɐdmˈaɪɚd hɜː ðə ɹˈoʊzi dˈeɪ dˈɔːn, wˌɛn, sˈʌmənɪŋ ðə fˈɑːɹmɚz tə ðə stˈɪl ɡɹˈeɪ fˈiːldz, ɪt sˈɔː hɜː bˈɛɹfʊɾᵻd, wɪð kwˈɪk stˈɛp pˈæsɪŋ ɐmˌʌŋ ðə dˈuːi ˈoʊdɚz ʌvðə hˈeɪ.