British singer Billy Bragg says he'd never heard poetry like Bob Dylan before. 
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BOB DYLAN - Mr Tambourine Man
Mr. Tambourine Man - Wikipedia
YouTube
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PYF8Y47qZQY
Mr Tambourine Man Lyrics
[Chorus]
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to
Hey ! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come following you
[Verse 1]
Though I know that evening's empire has returned into sand
Vanished from my hand
Left me blindly here to stand but still not sleeping
My weariness amazes me, I'm branded on my feet
I have no one to meet
And the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to
Hey ! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come following you
[Verse 1]
Though I know that evening's empire has returned into sand
Vanished from my hand
Left me blindly here to stand but still not sleeping
My weariness amazes me, I'm branded on my feet
I have no one to meet
And the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come following you
[Verse 2]
Take me on a trip upon your magic swirling ship
My senses have been stripped, my hands can't feel to grip
My toes too numb to step, wait only for my boot heels
To be wandering
I'm ready to go anywhere, I'm ready for to fade
Into my own parade, cast your dancing spell my way
I promise to go under it
[Chorus]
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come following you
[Verse 3]
Though you might hear laughing, spinning swinging madly across the sun
It's not aimed at anyone, it's just escaping on the run
And but for the sky there are no fences facing
And if you hear vague traces of skipping reels of rhyme
To your tambourine in time, it's just a ragged clown behind
I wouldn't pay it any mind, it's just a shadow you're
Seeing that he's chasing
[Chorus]
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come following you
[Verse 4]
Then take me disappearing through the smoke rings of my mind
Down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves
The haunted, frightened trees, out to the windy beach
Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow
Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free
Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands
With all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves
Let me forget about today until tomorrow
[Chorus]
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come following you
http://genius.com/Bob-dylan-mr-tambourine-man-lyrics
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Mr tambourine man
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ๅจ้้้็ๆฉๆจ
่ฎๆ่ไฝ ๅๅป
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ๅจ้้้็ๆฉๆจ
่ฎๆ่ไฝ ๅๅป
ๅ็ฎกๆ็ฅ้，้ปๆ็ๅธๅๅทฒ็ถๆญธๆผๅกตๅ，
ๅพๆ็ๆๅฟๆถ้，
ๆไธๆ่ซ็ถๅจๆญคไฝ็ซ，ๅปไบ็ก็ๆ
ๆ็ญ็ฒๅ็ซญ，้ฉๅฅไธๅทฒ，
ๅ ฉ้ป่ ณ้ฝ็่ๅฐ่จ，
ๆไธๆๅ่ชฐ็ธ้，
ๅค้ ็กไบบ็่กไธไธๅฎๅคขๆณ，ๅคช้ๆญปๅฏ
ๅพๆ็ๆๅฟๆถ้，
ๆไธๆ่ซ็ถๅจๆญคไฝ็ซ，ๅปไบ็ก็ๆ
ๆ็ญ็ฒๅ็ซญ，้ฉๅฅไธๅทฒ，
ๅ ฉ้ป่ ณ้ฝ็่ๅฐ่จ，
ๆไธๆๅ่ชฐ็ธ้，
ๅค้ ็กไบบ็่กไธไธๅฎๅคขๆณ，ๅคช้ๆญปๅฏ
ๅฟ！้ด้ผๅ
็，็บๆๅฅไธๆฒ
ๆ้ไธๆณ็ก，่ไธ็ก่ๅฏๆญธ
ๅฟ！้ด้ผๅ ็，็บๆๅฅไธๆฒ
ๅจ้้้็ๆฉๆจ
่ฎๆ่ไฝ ๅๅป
ๆ้ไธๆณ็ก，่ไธ็ก่ๅฏๆญธ
ๅฟ！้ด้ผๅ ็，็บๆๅฅไธๆฒ
ๅจ้้้็ๆฉๆจ
่ฎๆ่ไฝ ๅๅป
ๅธถๆไธ่ทฏๅง，็ปไธไฝ ้ญๆจฃๆธฆๆผฉ็่น，
ๆ็็ฅ่ฆบ่คช็ก，้ๆ้ฃไปฅๆ็ท，
่ ณ่ถพ้บปๆจ，ๅไนๆชไธๅๆญฅๅญ，
ๅช่ฝ็ญๅพ ้ด่ท，ไปปๅฎๅๅ่้่ฉ
ๆๆบๅๅบ็ผ，็ก่ซๅปๅไฝๆน，
ๆ้กๆๆถๅคฑ，่่บซ่ชๅทฑ็้่ก้ไผ
ไธๅๆๆฝไฝ ็่ทณ่ๅ่ช，
ๆไธๅฎ่ฝๅพๅฎ็้ญๅ
ๆ็็ฅ่ฆบ่คช็ก，้ๆ้ฃไปฅๆ็ท，
่ ณ่ถพ้บปๆจ，ๅไนๆชไธๅๆญฅๅญ，
ๅช่ฝ็ญๅพ ้ด่ท，ไปปๅฎๅๅ่้่ฉ
ๆๆบๅๅบ็ผ，็ก่ซๅปๅไฝๆน，
ๆ้กๆๆถๅคฑ，่่บซ่ชๅทฑ็้่ก้ไผ
ไธๅๆๆฝไฝ ็่ทณ่ๅ่ช，
ๆไธๅฎ่ฝๅพๅฎ็้ญๅ
ๅฟ！้ด้ผๅ
็，็บๆๅฅไธๆฒ
ๆ้ไธๆณ็ก，่ไธ็ก่ๅฏๆญธ
ๅฟ！้ด้ผๅ ็，็บๆๅฅไธๆฒ
ๅจ้้้็ๆฉๆจ
่ฎๆ่ไฝ ๅๅป
ๆ้ไธๆณ็ก，่ไธ็ก่ๅฏๆญธ
ๅฟ！้ด้ผๅ ็，็บๆๅฅไธๆฒ
ๅจ้้้็ๆฉๆจ
่ฎๆ่ไฝ ๅๅป
ๅ็ฎกไฝ ไน่จฑ่ฝ่ฆ็ฌ่ฒ，ๆ่ฝ่，
็็ๅฐๆบ็ช，ๆฉซ่ถ็้ฝ，
้ฃไธฆไธ้ๅฐ่ชฐ，ๅชๆฏไธๅ ด้ไบก
ๆณไธ่ๅคฉไนๅค，ๅฅ็กๆตๆฌ้ปๆ
่ฅไฝ ้่ฝ่ฆๆจก็ณ็็่ทก，
้ป่ ณ่ทณ่บๆ่ฝ，่ไฝ ็้ด้ผๅฑๅ，
้ฃ็ฅๆฏไธๅๅฐไธ，่ทๅจ่บซๅพ，็ ด่กฃ็่กซ
ๆไธฆไธไปๆ，็ข็ซไป่ฆๆๆ็，ๅชๆฏ
ไฝ ็ผ่ฃก็ไธๆนๅฝฑๅญ
็็ๅฐๆบ็ช，ๆฉซ่ถ็้ฝ，
้ฃไธฆไธ้ๅฐ่ชฐ，ๅชๆฏไธๅ ด้ไบก
ๆณไธ่ๅคฉไนๅค，ๅฅ็กๆตๆฌ้ปๆ
่ฅไฝ ้่ฝ่ฆๆจก็ณ็็่ทก，
้ป่ ณ่ทณ่บๆ่ฝ，่ไฝ ็้ด้ผๅฑๅ，
้ฃ็ฅๆฏไธๅๅฐไธ，่ทๅจ่บซๅพ，็ ด่กฃ็่กซ
ๆไธฆไธไปๆ，็ข็ซไป่ฆๆๆ็，ๅชๆฏ
ไฝ ็ผ่ฃก็ไธๆนๅฝฑๅญ
ๅฟ！้ด้ผๅ
็，็บๆๅฅไธๆฒ
ๆ้ไธๆณ็ก，่ไธ็ก่ๅฏๆญธ
ๅฟ！้ด้ผๅ ็，็บๆๅฅไธๆฒ
ๅจ้้้็ๆฉๆจ
่ฎๆ่ไฝ ๅๅป
ๆ้ไธๆณ็ก，่ไธ็ก่ๅฏๆญธ
ๅฟ！้ด้ผๅ ็，็บๆๅฅไธๆฒ
ๅจ้้้็ๆฉๆจ
่ฎๆ่ไฝ ๅๅป
็ถๅพๅธถๆๆถๅคฑ，็ฉฟ้ๆ่ญ็้้็
ๅ，
ๆฒๅ ฅ้งๆฐฃ็ฑ ็ฝฉ็ๆๅ ๅปขๅข，
่ถ้็ตๅฐ็ๅฏ่，้ ้ข้ฐๆฃฎๆฐๆ ็ๆจนๆจ，
ไพๅฐๅค้ขจ็ๆฒ็，
ๅ็็ๆๆ็ๆฒๆ้็，้้้้
ๆฏ็，ๅจ้ฝ็ณ็ๅคฉ็ฉบไธ่ตท่，
ไธ้ปๆ่ชๅจๅฐๆฎๅๆฎ
ๅดๅฝฑๅ่ฅฏ่ๆตทๆฐด，
ๅๅจๆฏๅๅ ด็้ปๆฒ
ๅธถ่ไธๅ่จๆถ่ๅฝ้，
ๆทฑๆทฑๆฝๅฐๆณขๆฟคไนไธ，
ไธ่ฎๆๅฟๅปไปๆฅ，็ดๅฐๆๅคฉ
ๆฒๅ ฅ้งๆฐฃ็ฑ ็ฝฉ็ๆๅ ๅปขๅข，
่ถ้็ตๅฐ็ๅฏ่，้ ้ข้ฐๆฃฎๆฐๆ ็ๆจนๆจ，
ไพๅฐๅค้ขจ็ๆฒ็，
ๅ็็ๆๆ็ๆฒๆ้็，้้้้
ๆฏ็，ๅจ้ฝ็ณ็ๅคฉ็ฉบไธ่ตท่，
ไธ้ปๆ่ชๅจๅฐๆฎๅๆฎ
ๅดๅฝฑๅ่ฅฏ่ๆตทๆฐด，
ๅๅจๆฏๅๅ ด็้ปๆฒ
ๅธถ่ไธๅ่จๆถ่ๅฝ้，
ๆทฑๆทฑๆฝๅฐๆณขๆฟคไนไธ，
ไธ่ฎๆๅฟๅปไปๆฅ，็ดๅฐๆๅคฉ
ๅฟ！้ด้ผๅ
็，็บๆๅฅไธๆฒ
ๆ้ไธๆณ็ก，่ไธ็ก่ๅฏๆญธ
ๅฟ！้ด้ผๅ ็，็บๆๅฅไธๆฒ
ๅจ้้้็ๆฉๆจ
่ฎๆ่ไฝ ๅๅป
（้ฆฌไธ่ณ่ญฏ）
ๆ้ไธๆณ็ก，่ไธ็ก่ๅฏๆญธ
ๅฟ！้ด้ผๅ ็，็บๆๅฅไธๆฒ
ๅจ้้้็ๆฉๆจ
่ฎๆ่ไฝ ๅๅป
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