text_original: Under that cloud of doom the sunshine grew dark, and I did not dare to move until a cheery voice called out something about my pretty bonnet, and gave me a sense of companionship in this dreadful, dreadful world.
text_transcription: UNDER THAT CLOUD OF DOOM THE SUNSHINE GREW DARK AND I DID NOT DARE TO MOVE UNTIL A CHEERY VOICE CALLED OUT SOMETHING ABOUT MY PRETTY BONNET AND GAVE ME A SENSE OF COMPANIONSHIP IN THIS DREADFUL DREADFUL WORLD
phonemes: ˌʌndɚ ðæt klˈaʊd ʌv dˈuːm ðə sˈʌnʃaɪn ɡɹˈuː dˈɑːɹk, ænd aɪ dɪdnˌɑːt dˈɛɹ tə mˈuːv ʌntˈɪl ɐ tʃˈɪɹi vˈɔɪs kˈɔːld ˈaʊt sˈʌmθɪŋ ɐbˌaʊt maɪ pɹˈɪɾi bˈɑːnɪt, ænd ɡˈeɪv mˌiː ɐ sˈɛns ʌv kəmpˈæniənʃˌɪp ɪn ðɪs dɹˈɛdfəl, dɹˈɛdfəl wˈɜːld.