text_original: We knew we were in a wood, by the rush of the wind amid the dried white oak leaves — knew that the road grew rougher at every step — that our driver became more nervous as he applied the brake, and we went down, down.
text_transcription: WE KNEW WE WERE IN A WOOD BY THE RUSH OF THE WIND AMID THE DRIED WHITE OAK LEAVES KNEW THAT THE ROAD GREW ROUGHER AT EVERY STEP THAT OUR DRIVER BECAME MORE NERVOUS AS HE APPLIED THE BREAK AND WE WENT DOWN
phonemes: wiː nˈuː wiː wɜːɹ ɪn ɐ wˈʊd, baɪ ðə ɹˈʌʃ ʌvðə wˈɪnd ɐmˈɪd ðə dɹˈaɪd wˈaɪt ˈoʊk lˈiːvz — nˈuː ðætðə ɹˈoʊd ɡɹˈuː ɹˈʌfɚɹ æɾ ˈɛvɹi stˈɛp — ðæt ˌaʊɚ dɹˈaɪvɚ bɪkˌeɪm mˈɔːɹ nˈɜːvəs æz hiː ɐplˈaɪd ðə bɹˈeɪk, ænd wiː wɛnt dˈaʊn, dˈaʊn.