text_original: Who can we lean upon, in our old age? Who will take care of Johnny when we are gone? Oh, it is a hard, hard lot." She wrung her hands, bowed over her knees, in a paroxysm of tears, then raised herself, threw back her head, and exclaimed.
text_transcription: WHO CAN WE LEAN UPON IN OUR OLD AGE WHO WILL TAKE CARE OF JOHNNY WHEN WE ARE GONE OH IT IS A HARD HARD LOT SHE WRUNG HER HANDS BOWED OVER HER KNEES IN A PAROXYSM OF TEARS THEN RAISED HERSELF THREW BACK HER HEAD AND EXCLAIMED
phonemes: hˌuː kæn wiː lˈiːn əpˌɑːn, ɪn ˌaʊɚɹ ˈoʊld ˈeɪdʒ? hˌuː wɪl tˈeɪk kˈɛɹ ʌv dʒˈɑːni wɛn wiː ɑːɹ ɡˈɔn? ˈoʊ, ɪɾ ɪz ɐ hˈɑːɹd, hˈɑːɹd lˈɑːt." ʃiː ɹˈʌŋ hɜː hˈændz, bˈaʊd ˌoʊvɚ hɜː nˈiːz, ɪn ɐ pˈæɹəksˌɪzəm ʌv tˈɪɹz, ðˈɛn ɹˈeɪzd hɜːsˈɛlf, θɹˈuː bˈæk hɜː hˈɛd, ænd ɛksklˈeɪmd.