Luyện nghe bài hát Timor

I saw a man in my dream, out, in the Timorese language,
he was gripped by, an iron claw, the pain and agony,
he out straight from the heart.

Freedom for East Timor, nothing 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,
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 Is this justice? Is this justice?
Like the Chechens and the Irians, they have one thing in common,
they are for freedom, why do we have 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 rule and suffer,
is this justice? Is this justice? Is this

is this Is this justice? justice? justice?