text_original: " Yon just look like an angel, and that's what we all think ; we're ever so much better since you came," The memory of this speech gave me courage to go and lay my trouble before the cooks, who gathered to hear me tell the story of that death, the messages left for the friends who should see him no more, and of my sorrow that I could not drive away the cold on that last, sad night.
text_transcription: YOU JUST LOOKED LIKE AN ANGEL AND THAT'S WHAT WE ALL THINK WE'RE EVER SO MUCH BETTER SINCE YOU CAME THE MEMORY OF THIS SPEECH GAVE ME COURAGE TO GO AND LAY MY TROUBLE BEFORE THE COOKS WHO GATHERED TO HEAR ME TELL THE STORY OF THAT DEATH THE MESSAGES LEFT FOR THE FRIENDS WHO SHOULD SEE HIM NO MORE AND OF MY SORROW THAT I COULD NOT DRIVE AWAY THE COLD ON THAT LAST SAD NIGHT
phonemes: " jˈɑːn dʒˈʌst lˈʊk lˈaɪk ɐn ˈeɪndʒəl, ænd ðæts wʌt wiː ˈɔːl θˈɪŋk ; wɪɹ ˈɛvɚ sˈoʊ mˌʌtʃ bˈɛɾɚ sˈɪns juː kˈeɪm," ðə mˈɛmɚɹi ʌv ðɪs spˈiːtʃ ɡˈeɪv mˌiː kˈɜːɹɪdʒ tə ɡˌoʊ ænd lˈeɪ maɪ tɹˈʌbəl bᵻfˌɔːɹ ðə kˈʊks, hˌuː ɡˈæðɚd tə hˈɪɹ mˌiː tˈɛl ðə stˈɔːɹi ʌv ðæt dˈɛθ, ðə mˈɛsɪdʒᵻz lˈɛft fɚðə fɹˈɛndz hˌuː ʃˌʊd sˈiː hˌɪm nˈoʊmˌɔːɹ, ænd ʌv maɪ sˈɑːɹoʊ ðæt aɪ kʊd nˌɑːt dɹˈaɪv ɐwˈeɪ ðə kˈoʊld ˌɔn ðæt lˈæst, sˈæd nˈaɪt.