Luyện nghe bài hát Timor

I saw a man in my dream, calling out, in the language,
he was by, an iron claw, defining the pain and agony,
he cried out from the heart.

Freedom for Timor, nothing less and nothing more, freedom for East Timor.

Like the Yolngu people, calling out for a change, they fought for rights,
not to be divided, same we hear, same feelings we share,
to see our own people dying, while our are crying,
been a cry, straight from the heart.

Freedom for East Timor, nothing less and nothing more, for East Timor.

I'm a prisoner in my own land, why do one rule and suffer,
is this justice? Is this justice? Is this
Like the Chechens and the West Irians, they have one in common,
are fighting for freedom, why do we have to surer,
just to live our in peace, you can hear our cry,
coming straight from our heart
I'm a in my own land,
why do one rule and suffer,
is this justice? Is this justice? Is this

is this justice? Is justice? justice? justice?