Lomdi's eyes sparkled. His plan was working. Quickly he continued, And your voice is sweeter Than the koyals, they say, When you sing a song Trees dance and sway. Please, Kauaa, my friend, May I make a request? Sing for me a song, The one you like best. Open your mouth, Let the sweat music flow, Come, Kauaa, sing a song, Whichever you know! 
'ɛs aɪz spɑɹkʌld. hɪz plæn wɑz wɜ˞kɪŋ. kwɪkli hi kʌntɪnjud, ʌnd jɔɹ vɔɪs ɪz switɜ˞ ðæn ðʌ , ðeɪ seɪ, wɛn ju sɪŋ ʌ sɔŋ tɹiz dæns ʌnd sweɪ. pliz, , maɪ fɹɛnd, meɪ aɪ meɪk ʌ ɹɪkwɛst? sɪŋ fɔɹ mi ʌ sɔŋ, ðʌ wʌn ju laɪk bɛst. oʊpʌn jɔɹ maʊθ, lɛt ðʌ swɛt mjuzɪk floʊ, kʌm, , sɪŋ ʌ sɔŋ, wɪtʃɛvɜ˞ ju noʊ! 
 Indian speaks with a monotone voice at a slightly slower pace in a room with clear acoustics and no discernible background noise.