The Sound System IPA Texts For Transcription
The Sound System IPA Texts For Transcription
One day they would decide to shoot him. You could not
tell when it would happen, but a few seconds
beforehand it should be possible to guess. It was
always from behind, walking down a corridor. Ten
seconds would be enough. In that time the world inside
him could turn over.
IPA text for transcription 6
səʊ ði: əʊld mæn ən ðə jʌŋ ʃʊk hænz, ən ðə jʌŋ mæn wɔ:kt
əweɪ wɪð tɪəz ˈstri:mɪŋ frəm hɪz aɪz. ten ˈmɪnɪts ˈleɪtə hi
həd pɑ:st aʊtˈsaɪd ðə ˈsɪtɪ ˈlɪmɪts ən stɒp tʊ lʊk bæk fə ðə
lɑ:s taɪm. əʊvə ðə geɪts ðə vɪkˈtɔ:rjən ˈletez si:md
ˈstreɪndʒli j əˈtræktɪv./
So the old man and the young shook hands, and the young
man walked away with tears streaming from his eyes. Ten
minutes later he had passed outside the city limits and
stopped to look back for the last time. Over the gates the
Victorian letters seemed strangely attractive.
IPA text for transcription 7
ælɪs wəz bɪˈɡɪnɪŋ tə ˈɡet ˈveri ˈtaɪəd əv ˈsɪtɪŋ baɪ hə ˈsɪstər
ɒn ðə ˈrɪvərˌbæŋk | ənd əv ˈhævɪŋ ˈnʌθɪŋ tə duː | wʌns ɔː
twaɪs ʃi həd piːpt ˈɪntə ðə bʊk hə ˈsɪstə wəz ˈriːdɪŋ | bət ɪt
həd nəʊ ˈpɪktʃəz ɔː ˌkɒnvəˈseɪʃn̩ z ɪn ɪt | ənd ˈwɒt s ðə ˈjuːs
əv ə bʊk | ˈθɔːt ˈælɪs | wɪðˈaʊt ˈpɪktʃəz ɔː kɒnvəˈseɪʃn̩ z.