text_original: This sunshine, which came at the close of the day, was perfectly rose red—as if it had become mixed with blood—and it colored everything which came in its path, as it filtered through the narrow street.
text_transcription: THIS SUNSHINE WHICH CAME AT THE CLOSE OF THE DAY WAS PERFECTLY ROSE RED AS IF IT HAD BECOME MIXED WITH BLOOD AND IT COLORED EVERYTHING WHICH CAME IN ITS PATH AS IT FILTERED THROUGH THE NARROW STREET
phonemes: ðɪs sˈʌnʃaɪn, wˌɪtʃ kˈeɪm æt ðə klˈoʊs ʌvðə dˈeɪ, wʌz pˈɜːfɛktli ɹˈoʊz ɹˈɛd—æz ɪf ɪt hæd bɪkˌʌm mˈɪkst wɪð blˈʌd—ænd ɪt kˈʌlɚd ˈɛvɹɪθˌɪŋ wˌɪtʃ kˈeɪm ɪn ɪts pˈæθ, æz ɪt fˈɪltɚd θɹuː ðə nˈæɹoʊ stɹˈiːt.