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 Yolngu people, out for a change, they fought for their rights,
not to be divided, same movement we hear, same 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 in my own land, why do one rule and others suffer,
is this Is this justice? Is this justice?
Like the and the West Irians, they have one thing in common,
are fighting 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 justice? Is this justice? Is this justice?

is this Is this justice? justice? justice?