Luyện nghe bài hát Timor

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

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

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

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

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

is justice? Is this justice? justice? justice?