text_original: Who or what could they be, those fellows in shining black broadcloth, each with a stove pipe hat on the side of his head, his thumbs in the arraholes of a satin vest, displaying a wonderful glimmer of gold chain and diamond stud, balancing himself first on his heels and then on his toes, as he rolled a cigar from one side of his mouth to the other? Plow did they come to be standing around on corners and doorsteps by the hundred, like crows on a cornfield fence?
text_transcription: WHO OR WHAT COULD THEY BE THOSE FELLOWS IN SHINING BLACK BROADCLOTH EACH WITH A STOVE PIPE HAT ON THE SIDE OF HIS HEAD HIS THUMBS IN THE ARMHOLES OF A SATIN VEST DISPLAYING A WONDERFUL GLIMMER OF GOLD CHAIN AND DIAMOND STUD BALANCING HIMSELF FIRST ON HIS HEELS THEN ON HIS TOES AS HE ROLLED A CIGAR FROM ONE SIDE OF HIS MOUTH TO THE OTHER HOW DID THEY COME TO BE STANDING AROUND ON CORNERS AND DOORSTEPS BY THE HUNDRED LIKE CROWS ON A CORNFIELD FENCE
phonemes: hˌuː ɔːɹ wʌt kʊd ðeɪ bˈiː, ðoʊz fˈɛloʊz ɪn ʃˈaɪnɪŋ blˈæk bɹˈɔːdklɔθ, ˈiːtʃ wɪð ɐ stˈoʊv pˈaɪp hˈæt ɔnðə sˈaɪd ʌv hɪz hˈɛd, hɪz θˈʌmz ɪnðɪ ɚɹˈæhoʊlz əvə sˈætɪn vˈɛst, dɪsplˈeɪɪŋ ɐ wˈʌndɚfəl ɡlˈɪmɚɹ ʌv ɡˈoʊld tʃˈeɪn ænd dˈaɪəmənd stˈʌd, bˈælənsɪŋ hɪmsˈɛlf fˈɜːst ˌɔn hɪz hˈiːlz ænd ðˈɛn ˌɔn hɪz tˈoʊz, æz hiː ɹˈoʊld ɐ sᵻɡˈɑːɹ fɹʌm wˈʌn sˈaɪd ʌv hɪz mˈaʊθ tə ðɪ ˈʌðɚ? plˈaʊ dˈɪd ðeɪ kˈʌm təbi stˈændɪŋ ɚɹˈaʊnd ˌɔn kˈɔːɹnɚz ænd dˈɔːɹstɛps baɪ ðə hˈʌndɹɪd, lˈaɪk kɹˈoʊz ˌɔn ɐ kˈɔːɹnfiːld fˈɛns?