ðə kˈɔːl ʌvðə ɡˈoʊldənbˈɛlɪd flˈaɪkætʃɚɹ ɪz ɐ skwˈiːki sˈiːeɪk ænd ðə dˈɔːn sˈɔŋ ɪz ɐ mɛlˈoʊdiəs ɹᵻpˈiːɾᵻd tɹˈiːləlˈuː.
The call of the golden-bellied flycatcher is a squeaky seeeik and the dawn song is a melodious repeated tre-le-loo.